Page 49 of Blue Moon

I smiled. That would be nice. Would I ever see Paloma again? How long would this relationship or fall fling or whatever it was last with Sawyer?

“That would be great. I can help if you want.”

“I’d like that.”

Paloma handed Sky to Beck, and Sawyer made silly faces at Sky, and I just melted. He seemed to really like kids.

Stop, tripping Sol. This is a fling. You are not going to marry Sawyer and have his babies.

I joined Paloma in the kitchen. This place was gorgeous with a full view of downtown Kirkland and the water. I loved how Beck and Paloma were using this air show stop as a mini-vacation.

Paloma offered me a glass of sangria, which I readily accepted.

“Salud!”

“Salud!” We clinked our glasses.

Paloma’s lips widened into a wry smile. “So, what’s going on with you and Sawyer? Beck says he’s never seen him so crazy about one girl.”

She emphasized the word one. Yup. Got it. Sawyer was a manwhore, but he’d told me as much himself, so it was nothing new. Still, why was I letting that bother me?

“I don’t know. I mean, he let me post a picture of him on Instagram and told me to write that he was my man. But we haven’t talked about the future or anything like that. It’s still so new.”

“Are you going to Pensacola with him tomorrow?”

Sawyer was leaving tomorrow—hell, I had his entire schedule memorized. When he had invited me to Seattle, it had been in the spur of the moment. I didn’t even have a plane ticket back to San Francisco since I’d flown here with Sawyer.

“I don’t know. We haven’t talked about it.”

Paloma laughed. “Well, girl, you’d better talk about it, since it’s like tomorrow. I was lucky Beck and I lived together for twelve weeks before he had to travel, but even that almost broke us. And, to be honest, it did. I dumped him. But we worked it out. It’s hard to start a relationship without spending normal time together that isn’t on the road.”

Her words hung heavy in the air. This was so unrealistic. Sawyer and I were living in a fantasyland.

I looked over at Sawyer who was now playing on the floor with Sky. Who was this man? I had to get to know him in his own space. And that meant traveling with him to Pensacola tomorrow. If I spent some time with him in Pensacola before I went to Miami, I was sure we could decide if we wanted to take things further or end it now before someone—and by someone, I meant me—got hurt.