Author's Note: Time to really set up the love triangle! Thank you to Lunafreyas and TH4T-P34S4NT for reviewing yesterday! Thank you to everyone following and reading this story! Let me know what you think of the direction this fic is taking.

Sabrina paced around the library shelves. She'd pick up a book, flip through its pages, and quickly put it back. She repeated the action for what felt like hours. It was a nervous tick. Like how she kept pushing up her glasses and biting her nails.

This happened every time she invited Vaughn to dinner with her father. She felt the minutes ticking down. It was a time bomb. A horrible time bomb of opposing lifestyles and repelling personalities.

The two most important men in her life could hardly stand each other.

In her pacing she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Sabrina let out a sigh and prayed to the goddess that she only looked so pale and frail because of the stress. She lifted a hand to her cheek. Of course that wasn't true.

"What could he possibly see in me?" She whispered to her reflection.

The door creaked open, Sabrina dropped her hand.

"He's here."

"Yes, father."

"Honestly, Sabrina there are so many other men." Regis mumbled under his breath as they walk the stairs together.

Sabrina placed a tiny hand on his shoulder and gave a small smile, shaking her head. "Yes, father."

There was Vaughn sitting in her foyer, hat over his eyes, his fingers clasped firmly together. Sabrina was hit with a wave of emotion. She was so afraid of this man, so nervous, and yet so relieved to see him sitting there. Every day since he had first spoken to her Sabrina couldn't believe her luck. Certainly it must be luck. She felt she had done nothing to deserve such a caring, hardworking, handsome man. She'd tried to chalk it up to being the first to see his kind heart. But that could have been Julia or Chelsea. Honestly she had no idea why it was her house he was in.

"Sabrina are you coming?" Regis was already steps ahead. Sabrina blushed, realizing she was still stuck on the stairs, gripping the railing.

Vaughn stood to greet them, taking off his hat and setting it on the table. "Regis. Sabrina."

"Vaughn. Good evening." Her father shook Vaughn's hand and led him to the dining room. Vaughn looked back over his shoulder as he was being dragged away and smiled warmly at Sabrina.

The three ate their food quietly. Sabrina stared down at her plate. She moved her peas around trying to think of something to say.

Vaughn saved her. "How's the mine these days? Chelsea said she got a real haul last week."

"Very good, very good." More silence. "And Mirabelle, how is she?"

"Good."

Sabrina sighed. The three least talkative people on the island all sitting in a room. What she wouldn't give for Chelsea to be here.

"Um...I made cinnamon porridge for dessert." Sabrina stood and shuffled off to the kitchen.

"Thanks, 'brina. You always know what I like." Vaughn called after her.

Regis straightened his placemat. "I would prefer if you'd refrain from shouting in my home."

Silence.

Sabrina came back with the bowls, placing one at each seat. "How's Chelsea? I haven't seen her in a few days."

Vaughn hesitated. "Fine." He tasted the porridge. "This is great."

"Thank you."Sabrina tried her best to meet Vaughn's eyes. She was getting better at it every day. She almost held his gaze for five seconds.

"Yes, Sabrina is quite the cook." Regis cleared his throat. "I'm sure she will make some man a very happy husband one day."

Silence. If Sabrina were any braver she would have glared at her father.

Surprisingly Vaughn chuckled. "She definitely will, sir."

And then Sabrina and Vaughn were standing outside the mansion. She handed him his hat, her blush highlighted by the moonlight. "Sorry about my father."

Vaughn shrugged. "I think it was our best dinner yet." They shared a smile. "And with the day I've had this was actually a pick-me-up."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Vaughn shook his head. He put on his hat. "Not this time."

"Oh okay…" Sabrina tried not to sound disappointed. "Goodnight." They kept staring at each other. Sabrina risked a glance at the cowboy's lips. She knew what she wanted to do, but also knew that she would never have the courage. She couldn't help but feel she was totally misreading their relationship. Maybe the romance was all in her head. After all he had never actually said how he felt about her.

Vaughn cut off her train of thought by stooping down and kissing her cheek. Immediately her hand flew to wear his lips had been. She was speechless.

"Goodnight, 'brina."