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“There is an indentation on his left ring finger that tells me he recently took his ring off. She has no ring or any signs of having a ring. Plus, he’s found some way to touch her from the moment they walked in. As if he doesn’t get to do it often.”
I glance back at the couple sitting across from us. How the hell did he see all of that? I mean, I noticed how touchy they were, even going as far as sitting beside each other in the booth. They’re acting like two drunk teens on prom night. Still, I wouldn’t have guessed he was a cheater.
“How do you know she isn’t his wife? Maybe they’re madly in love.” I ask turning back to him.
He smirks.
“Watch his cellphone,” his head dips in the direction of the phone on the table.
It lights up and the picture of a smiling brunette holding a small child appears. The man looks to the phone and sighs before flipping it over, face down on the table. Asshole.
I look back to Gabriel and shake my head. “Wow, that’s some talent you have there. If this serial killer thing doesn’t work out for you, you could always get a job using your superpowers to catch cheaters.”
He stares for a long moment. His head tilted to the side as he watches me. “Sarcasm.” He finally says.
I laugh. “Now you’ve found my hidden talent. Although it’s not as marketable as yours.”
The laughter dies on my lips when I notice the way he’s staring at me. It isn’t sexual or anything. It’s more like the way someone would stare at a difficult math problem.
“You should eat,” he says, pointing at my untouched food.
I grimace as I glance down at my plate. “No, thank you.” I push the plate aside and lean forward on my elbows. “I’d rather talk.”
The confused look from earlier intensifies. I think I’ve caught him off guard.
“About what?” he grumbles.
“You. How did you get into a job like this? I’m pretty sure they didn’t visit your local high school during career week.”
He leans back in his seat. His chest expanding with a deep breath before letting it out.
“No, they came to my house,” he answers and his gaze floats around the restaurant again.
That’s believable. As gorgeous as Gabriel is, and he is stunning, he is also quite terrifying. He has to be close to seven feet tall and is as solid as a boulder. He screams danger when he walks into a room. If I were hiring an assassin, I’d definitely pick him.
“What did you do before this?”
His eyes snap back at me as if my question was connected to his pupils by a rubber band.
“Nothing,” he answers.
I chuckle. “Oh, come on. You had to do something. I’m going to guess you had a desk job. Maybe something in customer service where people called and complained all day. That would probably make me want to be a killer too.”
“I was seven,” he cuts my rant off.
My eyes widen and my brain sputters. Maybe I didn’t hear him correctly.
“Seven? As in seven-years-old?” I repeat for clarification.
He doesn’t reply.
This poor man was basically raised to be a killer. I mean, I know all about a shitty childhood, but jeez. I couldn’t imagine the damage this must have done to his mental state.
“I’m sorry.”
He slams his hand down on the table causing me to nearly leap out of my skin and the plates and silverware to rattle.
“I don’t require your pity nor your apology.”
