The fact that Gabby is talking to him really made me pay attention. I've only ever seen Lincoln.
Lincoln is the most attractive guy, or at least one of the most attractive guys. And what makes him more attractive to me is the fact that he's the tallest. I like really tall guys.
Who doesn't?
Fabian is a lot shorter, maybe about 5'10", but still, he makes up for it with that mug of his, pronounced cheekbones that are chiseled.
God, Lincoln has a more intense face. The hooded eyes, his dark brown hair. Fabian has a little lighter brown hair, green eyes, and doesn't look so bad himself.
Definitely out of the league for someone like Gabrielle.
Putting an arm around him, I pull him in close.
"What's going on between you and Gabrielle?" I ask, smiling.
Fabian smiles.
"None of your business," he answers.
"Ohcomeon," I say. "Everyone can tell you guys have chemistry."
Fabian then looks at me and smiles. I can tell that there's absolutely no humor in that expression.
"You like weaseling your way in between people's relationships, don't you?" he asks.
I take my arm from around him, looking a little outraged and feeling called out.
"What the hell isthatsupposed to mean?" I ask.
Fabian smiles and puts on his coat, preparing to go downstairs or to do something with the cart.
"I don't know. I just noticed that about you," he says.
I lean forward slightly, curiosity getting the better of me.
"What exactly is it you think you noticed about me?" I ask him.
He smiles at me again, that stupid smile that's now starting to annoy me.
"You think people don't see things, Sarah, but I see things. I'm here all the time and I notice. Everyone notices, just like you noticed I have chemistry with Gabrielle. People notice that you also have chemistry with Lincoln."
"Yeah, everyone knows by now that Lincoln and I are fucking, but it feels as though you're accusing me of doing something that I didn't do."
Fabian locks eyes with me and leans in closer, his voice dropping.
"So you didn't try to place yourself in between Lincoln and Gabrielle when they were married?" he asks.
I smile at him, letting a hint of steel slip into my tone.
"Fabian Gent. You are crossing a line," I tell him.
Fabian smiles anyway, unfazed.
"I have to oversee a lot of things," he then says. "I oversee the internal routing map for the deliveries, supply requests, document flow. I'm aware of where people are and where things are. That's my job, and a backup courier if people need, so it's myjob to notice things and keep track of things. And I've been here quite a while. So don't insult me when you tell me not to notice or act surprised, and I do notice where you are in relation to Lincoln at every moment of the day, even when you don't belong there."
Fabian zips up his coat.
I fix him with a pointed look, tilting my head.
