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His skin tingled from the contact. A simple kiss, but his body reacted, and damned if he didn’t want to buy her the store. She was so happy with little things. Once the transaction was completed along with confirmation when it would be shipped, they left the store.
“Don’t forget we need to go get our nuts.”
Sawyer grinned. “Already done. I had my driver pick up the order for both of us.”
“I told you…”
He put his fingers on her lips. “Please, it’s a little thing for me to do for you.”
She looked like she was going to protest as he took his hand away, but she shook her head and said, “Okay.”
He blew out a breath, and they continued walking. Just as promised, his driver was waiting at Virgina and Western. Sawyer handed the bags he took from Gabby to the driver who put them in the trunk.
Gabby slid into the car with a sigh. “I admit I’m glad to sit down for a bit.”
“It’s good we’re going to have lunch before our next walk.” The vehicle pulled away from the curb.
“I admit I’m hungry.”
“Well, it is two in the afternoon, and the food tour ended several hours ago.”
“Where are we eating?”
“An Irish pub near our next adventure.”
***
Gabby looked over the menu and couldn’t decide what she wanted. Funny how she’d never eaten in an Irish pub before. She dreamed of visiting Ireland one day.
“Good afternoon. Would you like something to drink?” the server asked.
“I’ll have an iced tea.”
Sawyer ordered a beer on tap.
“I don’t know what to order,” she said, looking at Sawyer. Lord, this man took her breath away every time she looked at him. His hair was a little mussed, and he was totally relaxed—as he’d been all day.
He’d taken what little information she’d given him last night and crafted a day around a career she loved. She couldn’t remember a time when anyone had done that for her.
“Dinner won’t be until later tonight, so pick something that will keep you satisfied.”
The wordsatisfiedhung in the air. The waiter returned with their drinks. “Are you ready to order?”
“Do you have any suggestions?” she asked.
“You can’t go wrong with shepherd’s pie, beef stew, or fish and chips. Everything here is good.”
“I don’t know.”
“How about this,” Sawyer said. “Get the shepherd’s pie, and I’ll get the beef stew, and we can share.”
“Deal.” She put her menu down.
“Did you want the pint size, sir, or imperial?”
He glanced at Gabby. “Make them pint. I have a feeling that’s going to be more than enough.”
“Very good, sir. The food will be out shortly.” The server picked up the menus and left.