“Spa coordinator. Aboard our newest ship that’s launching next spring. It involves giving massages, teaching Pilates and yoga, leading meditation sessions, that sort of thing. You’d be perfect for it.”

“Henley,” she breathes as her eyes dart across the screen. “Meeting new people every week… traveling on a ship that sails around the world? This is my dream job.” Then the excitement ballooning in her expression deflates. “You really want me to move out that badly?”

I scoot closer to her. “No! God, no. In fact, I was thinking I need to find a bigger place when my lease is up in November. Maybe a two-bedroom apartment? Even if you take a job on one of our ships, it won’t be year-round. You’ll have certain months off, so you’ll need a home base somewhere. And I want you to know you can stay with me—always. What do you say?”

Her eyes twinkle. “I say it’s a dream come true.”

Wrapping my arm around my sister, I give her a hearty squeeze. “I love you, Walshers.”

“Love you too, Hennie-Bennie.”

“So, uh, do you ladies live around here?” The Uber driver swivels around, beard braid swishing as he eyes Walsh with obvious interest.

She leans forward. “We do.”

As they chat, I snuggle closer to Graeme and lean my head on his shoulder. The car edges to a stop at a red light, the windows of the buildings outside winking in the early-evening light. He presses a tender kiss to my temple. “I’m so proud of you.”

I sit up to look at him. “Are you sure you’re not bothered by my promotion?”

He snorts. “I’m not Sean, remember?”

“But me working above you… you, director. Me, e-level…”

Tipping my chin up with his forefinger, he brushes his lips against mine in a slow kiss that has my libido blinking awake and my nerve-endings crackling. “You know I like a woman on top.” When he pulls back, he pumps his eyebrows once.

I can’t help but laugh. “What are you doing a month from today?”

“Hanging out with my girlfriend.”

I blink. “Excuse me, what?”

“You. I’m hanging out with you.”

“Girlfriend?” I repeat.

“Is that okay?”

“Definitely.”

His lips descend to my neck and he presses a kiss directly under my ear, making me shudder. “What did you have in mind?”

“Hmmm.” I glance at the car’s smooth gray ceiling. “How about camping? I hear Mt. Rainier is beautiful this time of year.”

Graeme’s blue eyes sparkle and his shoulders relax in a contented sigh. “I thought you’d never ask.”

The Uber pulls up outside my building, and Graeme and I clamber out.

“I’ll be up soon,” says Walsh through the open door, still engrossed in conversation with the driver.