Page 48 of One Weekend in Seattle

“That’s great. So, if you get one, you’ll move?”

“No.”

Sawyer frowned.

“I’m moving regardless if I get the job or not. I miss my best friend, and the Seattle area has so much to offer. And to make it better, you are there.”

“I don’t want you to move because of me. I’m willing to do the long-distance thing. I can fly down here anytime.”

“But now you won’t have to spend the money. I’ll live with Lindsay, and it won’t be as expensive as living alone. I don’t have much here, so moving isn’t an issue.”

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Yes.” She smiled. “I need a change. Plus, I’m already half in love with you, so it all makes perfect sense.”

He wasn’t going to argue with her.

Gabby’s cell rang, and she grabbed it out of her purse. “Excuse me for a second.” She put the phone up to her ear. “Hello.” There was a pause. He could hear a male voice, but not the words. “Oh yes. Really? Ummm… Yes, I can do a virtual interview. Can you give me thirty minutes? I’m just finishing up on a late lunch out. Great. Thank you.” She set her phone down and stared at him.

“Job interview?” He had no doubt that’s what the call was about.

“Yes. So unexpected, but they read my application and wanted to grab me before anyone else did.”

“Let’s get back to your place so you can get ready for the interview.” Sawyer waved to their waitress and paid the bill.

An hour later, Gabby started at him. “I can’t believe it.”

“I can.” He’d stayed in the kitchen area of her apartment while she took the interview. With her place being so small, he’d overheard the entire thing. It had been a great success.

“I’ve got the contract. Pull a chair over and read it with me, please. I’d appreciate your opinion.”

Sawyer grabbed the other chair and sat next to her. He was so happy for her. She’d given her credentials but didn’t overplay her strengths or try to make herself out to be something she wasn’t. That was his Gabby.

Together, they read the contract. When they got to the pay portion, Gabby stopped. “They can’t be serious.”

“They can.” The amount didn’t surprise him. Excellent private or personal chefs were hard to come by. “Actually, that is very reasonable. Three to four hours a day, weekends off. Extra pay for dinner parties or weekends.”

“But…” Gabby pulled up a calculator on her phone and put in some numbers. “That’s as much as I’m being paid now for less work.”

“Yes, it is.”

“I…” She shook her head. “I’ve got so much I need to do.”

“You are going to accept the job?”

“I am.” She leaned over and kissed him. “Here’s to a new beginning.”

“I’m all for that. Tell me what you need me to do?”

“I’ve already given notice at my job. I need figure out what I’m keeping and what is going, plus pack and…” Tears filled her eyes. “If I hadn’t met you, none of this would be happening.”

“Wrong. You would have done just fine. You’re the one who got the ball rolling. I’m here to support you.”

“But what about the club?”

“Eric can handle it for a few weeks. I’ll owe him big time, but I can deal with that.”

“This has all happened so fast.”

---