Page 4 of One Weekend in Seattle

The silky-smooth whisky voice drew Gabby’s gaze. Her breath caught in her throat.Holy crap!Seattle knew how to find sexymen. He was well over six feet in her estimation. His dark hair was cut short. And those intense blue eyes... It was like looking into ocean waves.

“Hello,” Lindsay said.

“Good evening,” he said before he held his hand out. “Would you like to dance?”

“Me?” Gabby’s mouth dropped open. Men always went for her blonde bombshell friend. Not that it bothered her. She was always happy Lindsay had the attention.

“Yes. Shall we?”

Lindsay elbowed her in the side, leaned over and whispered, “Go have fun.”

Gabby swallowed and placed her hand in his. Heat flared as he helped her to her feet. With her hand in his, he kept her tucked close to him as they navigated to a spot on the dance floor. He turned her into his arms with care as the music turned slow.

His arms snaked around her waist, and she placed her hands on his wide shoulders. He kept his hold soft, yet she felt safe and cared for. A wave of heat filled her body. She’d never felt this drawn to someone before. She followed his lead, and when the song changed, she remembered where she was.

“I’m Gabby, by the way.”

He smiled, stealing the breath from her lungs. “Hi, Gabby. I’m Sawyer.”

Lord, she loved the timbre of his voice when he said her name. The music was now lively, and they danced with the others on the floor. It was a little hard to talk, but at least she got his name. Sawyer. Nice. It fit him. The next song was slower, and he took her into his arms and began to sway.

Her skin tingled as he held her. This was unusual. She’d dated a few times during her separation, and no one had made her feel like Sawyer did at this moment.

“I hope it’s okay I stole you away from your friend,” he said.

“You did ask.”

“I did. My mother raised me to be a gentleman.”

Her mind swirled with her instant attraction to this man, so much so, she realized she was biting her lip. She had no clue how to respond.

They danced from one song to the next, sometimes making small talk and other times not.

“I need to sit down,” Gabby said after the eighth song. She wasn’t used to being in heels, even if they were only one inch.

“Of course.” He led her from the floor back to her table, but it was empty. Gabby glanced at the bar and saw Lindsay wave at her.

“Since my friend is talking with her boyfriend, would you like to join me?” It seemed the right thing to do. Besides, she’d like to know more about this man.

He looked at the bar and then back at her. “I’d like that.”

Gabby slid into the booth, and Sawyer followed. His thigh touched hers, and a shiver of awareness flowed through her body.

“What can I get for you, sir?” Brad asked when he approached their table.

“Walker Blue Label, neat. And can you refresh the charcuterie board, please.”

“Of course, sir.” Brad picked up the board. “Ma’am?”

“I’m fine.” There was still a half bottle of champagne and water on the table.

Brad nodded and left.

“You didn’t need to do that,” she told Sawyer.

“I get the munchies when I drink.” He flashed her a grin. “Tell me, Gabby, what brought you to The Vault tonight?”

“My friend. I flew in today, and she brought me here to celebrate.”

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