Abel is tall and he is fit and he stands like a man who has never once worried about walking into a room.
Which is exactly the sort of man Ramsey notices, and which is exactly why I asked him and not any of the four other people I could have asked.
I had thought about it properly. I had actually made a list, on paper, at a kitchen table at about eleven at night.
There were four names on that list. And I chose on looks.
A woman of thirty-eight, two years out of a marriage that ended over looks, choosing a man off a list on looks.
And he did. Inside about four seconds of us walking through those doors.
Ramsey and Noelle came straight over, which I had also pictured.
He looked Abel up and down. Properly, for about four seconds, the way he looked at me in that kitchen.
