is now partnering up with his brother, Damon, and my brother, Kyle,” I said while shaking my head from side to side. “Pursuing him has working disaster written all over it.”
“Was he interested?” she questioned.
“Yes, I think so. The two of us danced together for a while, and we seemed to really enjoy each other’s company,” I replied.
“I sense a big, fat but coming next,” Gail said exasperatedly.
“Oh, there is.” I laughed. “ But he didn’t look like the white-picket-fence type,” I clarified.
Gail rolled her eyes. “They never are, Abbey. I think that comes with time. And it’s just a job. Don’t let your career hinder the possibility of something great. I say, rein that bad boy in,” she added with a saucy tone, making me chuckle.
“He didn’t even ask me out,” I said. “And if he had—”
She cut me off before I could finish. “I know, I know. Your work ethics are standing in the way.” Gail waved her hand in the air. “Seriously though, Abbey, love doesn’t care who you work for.”
I threw my head back, laughing hard. I loved this woman’s sense of humor. “I’m pretty sure you can’t fall in love in eight hours, but I’ll definitely keep your advice in mind,” I responded, rising from my chair to toss out our empty cups.
Gail followed, and we strode toward the door.
“Enough about men. Let’s shop,” I said.
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” She grinned.
We came to a stop at our cars.
“Meet you at the main entrance?” she asked over her shoulder while opening her door.
We were each taking our own vehicles, so we wouldn’t have to backtrack.
“Sounds good to me,” I said before sliding into my seat.
I followed behind her as we made the drive toward the shopping outlet. We pulled into the main entrance that was centered in the middle of several department stores. The parking lot was surprisingly not too packed for a Sunday afternoon. I had expected a larger crowd for such a beautiful sunny day.
I parked and exited the car with my belongings, and from the space next to me, Gail tilted her head in my direction after shutting her car door.
“Where to first?” I asked.
I did not really need anything on this trip—at least, that was what I was telling my shopaholic self. I wouldn’t hesitate if I found something irresistible.
“As long as it has shoes and purses and clothes, it’s fine by me,” she teased. “How about apparels first?” Gail suggested, pointing in the direction of Banana Republic. “Since it’s September, I think a few fall outfits are in order.”
“Good idea,” I agreed before the two of us headed toward the store.
“Man, I have shopping fever like you would not believe,” Gail said.
We reached the double doors to the entrance, and she held one open for me.
“You always have shopping fever.” I snickered, rolling my eyes at her as I strolled inside.
Gail and I made quite the team, pairing together multiple outfits. We always loved to share clothes with each other since we had similar tastes. Both of our closets were overflowing with a ridiculous quantity of clothing. Shopping was like a disease, but I, for one, was not searching for a cure. I always chose to embrace it.
By the time our arms were abundantly full of clothing, we made our way over to the checkout counter. The saleswoman’s eyes nearly bulged out of her head when she saw our enormous piles.
“This is the result of shopping withdrawals,” Gail stated politely with her usual hint of humor.
I chuckled in agreement.
“I can see that,” the tall brunette said as she started to ring up Gail’s items. She folded each article of clothing and stacked them into a pile. “Maybe you should visit more often, so you don’t have such a buildup,” she teased in a friendly manner.
Gail and I both laughed again.
Gail shook her head from side to side. “I don’t think that would help in our case, and my credit card couldn’t take more visits, but
“Was he interested?” she questioned.
“Yes, I think so. The two of us danced together for a while, and we seemed to really enjoy each other’s company,” I replied.
“I sense a big, fat but coming next,” Gail said exasperatedly.
“Oh, there is.” I laughed. “ But he didn’t look like the white-picket-fence type,” I clarified.
Gail rolled her eyes. “They never are, Abbey. I think that comes with time. And it’s just a job. Don’t let your career hinder the possibility of something great. I say, rein that bad boy in,” she added with a saucy tone, making me chuckle.
“He didn’t even ask me out,” I said. “And if he had—”
She cut me off before I could finish. “I know, I know. Your work ethics are standing in the way.” Gail waved her hand in the air. “Seriously though, Abbey, love doesn’t care who you work for.”
I threw my head back, laughing hard. I loved this woman’s sense of humor. “I’m pretty sure you can’t fall in love in eight hours, but I’ll definitely keep your advice in mind,” I responded, rising from my chair to toss out our empty cups.
Gail followed, and we strode toward the door.
“Enough about men. Let’s shop,” I said.
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” She grinned.
We came to a stop at our cars.
“Meet you at the main entrance?” she asked over her shoulder while opening her door.
We were each taking our own vehicles, so we wouldn’t have to backtrack.
“Sounds good to me,” I said before sliding into my seat.
I followed behind her as we made the drive toward the shopping outlet. We pulled into the main entrance that was centered in the middle of several department stores. The parking lot was surprisingly not too packed for a Sunday afternoon. I had expected a larger crowd for such a beautiful sunny day.
I parked and exited the car with my belongings, and from the space next to me, Gail tilted her head in my direction after shutting her car door.
“Where to first?” I asked.
I did not really need anything on this trip—at least, that was what I was telling my shopaholic self. I wouldn’t hesitate if I found something irresistible.
“As long as it has shoes and purses and clothes, it’s fine by me,” she teased. “How about apparels first?” Gail suggested, pointing in the direction of Banana Republic. “Since it’s September, I think a few fall outfits are in order.”
“Good idea,” I agreed before the two of us headed toward the store.
“Man, I have shopping fever like you would not believe,” Gail said.
We reached the double doors to the entrance, and she held one open for me.
“You always have shopping fever.” I snickered, rolling my eyes at her as I strolled inside.
Gail and I made quite the team, pairing together multiple outfits. We always loved to share clothes with each other since we had similar tastes. Both of our closets were overflowing with a ridiculous quantity of clothing. Shopping was like a disease, but I, for one, was not searching for a cure. I always chose to embrace it.
By the time our arms were abundantly full of clothing, we made our way over to the checkout counter. The saleswoman’s eyes nearly bulged out of her head when she saw our enormous piles.
“This is the result of shopping withdrawals,” Gail stated politely with her usual hint of humor.
I chuckled in agreement.
“I can see that,” the tall brunette said as she started to ring up Gail’s items. She folded each article of clothing and stacked them into a pile. “Maybe you should visit more often, so you don’t have such a buildup,” she teased in a friendly manner.
Gail and I both laughed again.
Gail shook her head from side to side. “I don’t think that would help in our case, and my credit card couldn’t take more visits, but
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