Page 66 of Gabriel & Skye

Wow, good morning to you too! How vivid was this dream? LOL

Izzy

Very vivid, Skye. You better watch out, it’s not the first time I’ve been right about something like this!

Me

You can predict the future now?

Izzy

Lol. I’m not saying it’s a bad thing BTW, he sounds hot. I’d jump his bones if I were you

Me

Thanks for the advice. But I am just his nanny

Izzy

Mark my words, S. CEO and the nanny kinda has a ring to it

Me

Gabriel Bassett has a ring to it, full stop. But I’m keeping it professional, looking after his five-year-old, that’s it.

Izzy

Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that

I laugh to myself, thinking back to our back-and-forth banter, because she’s right. Gabriel is hot but crushing on him is very bad, though it’s not like I’m making it obvious. It also isn’t my fault my heart accelerates and my cheeks flush whenever he’s around; another annoying trait of having red hair and pale skin is that I can’t hide it when I’m nervous or embarrassed.

Maybe I am going crazy and it’s been way too long since I’ve been with a guy, but I know we had a bit of a moment when he saw me playing with Trinity and Bunnykins the other day. Shit. This is really bad. I also can’t help that it’s like static electricity when he’s around. I feel unexpectedly giddy knowing I’m going to be seeing him tonight outside of work.

“Sure you don’t wanna grab a lift with me?” Travis — the ever helpful brother — gives me a side eye. “You’re never too old to have your big brother looking out for ya, sis.”

I shake my head. “I’m sure. I’d love a ride, but that doesn’t mean you get to watch over me like a hawk.”

He puts a hand over his heart. “Would I do that?”

Travis isn’t a big drinker, and with the title of new sheriff under his belt, he has to act accordingly. Me, on the other hand? Not so much.

“I’m half ready, so just give me another ten minutes or so.”

“You look fine to me.” Typical man. I’m not even dressed.

“Thanks, but I need to go change.”

He continues to help Gran clean up while I dash off. I know that he’ll be banging down my door in five minutes, asking if I’m ready yet.

I decide to wear jeans and a nice black and silver shimmery lace top. I pair it with the cowboy boots I picked up today. They look so cute and Georgia will appreciate it. I also grab my black shawl in case it gets cool later.

I quickly throw my head upside down and spray the crap out of it with texturizing spray. My hair has a life of its own, and it generally never behaves. A quick spritz of my favorite floral perfume and I’m out the door.

The bar is quite crowded when we get there. I guess Friday night is big around here, being the end of the work week for most people, and the start of the weekend.

When we walk up to the bar, I already see Georgia-Blue and Celeste sitting with a glass of wine each. Georgia is talking to a large, wide-set guy with dark hair and a black cowboy hat. He has an array of tattoos up each muscular arm. He’s cute, with a handsome face and blue eyes.

Celeste gives me a little wave when she sees us approach. “Hi!” She grins. “You made it.”

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