I hoped she could respond in kind.
The women were laughing, shaking their heads. Ruby spoke up.
"I know, for someone usually so health conscious, Ethan is terrible. He eats far too much red meat. Every chance he gets, especially at Finlay's. The twenty-four
ounce rib-eye every time." She chuckled.
"I've given up trying to stop him because there's no point. At least he eats better now that I cook for him. The number of take-out
menus I found in the drawer when I moved in was frightening."
Stepping up behind her, I wrapped my arm around her waist, drawing her back to my chest and dropping a quick kiss to her neck, noticing her small shiver.
"What about you, Ruby?"
I glanced around at the small group of women she was talking to with a wide smile.
"She worries constantly about that, yet every day, I find her eating a peanut butter and jam sandwich." I shook my head, looking back down at her.
