Fascinating Danger novel Chapter 8

I shrugged and turned to Fabian. He was snuggled up in my arms and his eyes were closed. "Yeah, whatever. Call me again in two hours"

Some shouts came through the phone and Marco turned towards the restaurant. "Make it three" Then he hung up and handed me back the phone.

I put it into my pocket and followed him into the restaurant. A waiter was standing at the door, waiting for us. "Two please, and can we get a high chair?" Marco asked.

The waiter nodded and showed us to our table, then disappeared to get Fabians high chair. Marco came and pulled out my chair for me. I sat down and he pushed the chair back in.

"So, what would you like?" He asked as he sat opposite me. "Um...I don't know" I mumbled, picking up the menu with one hand.

The waiter came back over and set up the high chair. I placed Fabian into it, whom was clutching my shirt in his sleep. I strapped him in and placed the little table in front of him.

I picked up the menu again and looked through it. I felt Marco's eyes on me, so I slowly looked up to see him staring at me. "You're amazing, you know that?" He asked.

I blushed and looked down at the menu. "I'm serious. Fabian doesn't like anybody other than my parents, Eve and me. And now he falls asleep in your arms. My parents can't even get him to do that, let alone Eve" he said pointing to Fabian as he shuffled in his seat.

"He loves you" he whispered it and I looked back up at him. He was looking at me, awe struck.

I looked down at the table and hid my face behind my hair. He reached forward and tucked my hair behind my ear. He smiled at me, and leaned forward and kissed my cheek.

His lips lingered there for a few more moments, and then he pulled away. His thumb caressed my cheek and I blushed. He chuckled and removed his hand.

The waiter returned and asked us what we'd like. "I'll have the Spaghetti Bolognese please, and can we get some garlic bread as well?" I asked. He nodded and scribbled down my order.

He turned to Marco, "And you sir?" "I'll have the steak please" The waiter scribbled down his order as Marco smiled at him. The waiter took our menus and left.

After we had finished our meals and talked about the whole 'Louise' incident, we left and headed back to the building. Fabian was on my hip, his head tucked into my neck.

When we arrived in his office, a man with blonde hair and brown eyes sat in Marco's chair. Marco cleared his throat and the man jumped up, startled.

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