Page 71 of Holding You
Ruby has yet to admit that we are friends. She’d never admit to us being anything more than that.
“Good to know, Luca. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Now do you have anything you want to tell me?” He grins, and it makes me laugh harder.
“Nope.”
His grin falls. “Really?”
“Really. Your sister does not like me that way, or any way that I’m aware of.”
He nods, his grin slowly coming back. I should get up before he says whatever he’s thinking. This guy’s mind goes a mile a minute.
“Okay” is all he says and stands.
Wow.
I lucked out. I think.
He turns and walks backward to where the other guys are waiting.
“But …”
Here we go.
“You never said thatyoudidn’t likeher.”
Shit.
Basketball was filledwith weird vibes the entire time.
But I can't blame my friends.
Even though I denied it, my mind has been filled with thoughts of us.
Me and Ruby.
I thought of her through every shot I took, through driving to the store to get her a new laptop since hers will more than likely go on the fritz again, and the entire drive home.
And it was the first thing that came to mind when I walked in the door and saw her in the kitchen.
What if something more did happen between us? What if she didn’t dislike me so much? How would our day to day go? Would she be more flirtatious with me?
But then the kids ran into the house, and those thoughts disappear.
I can’t let my attraction for Ruby chance ruining our kids’ friendship.
So the moment Ruby mentions an errand she needs to run, I offer to watch Max and Susie.
It’s sort of been an unspoken agreement between us, this helping with the kids.
Speaking of Max and Susie.
It's eerily silent in here.
I glance over my shoulder to where they ran up and down the hall maybe five minutes ago.
“Susie?” I call out. It’s not exactly a yell, but it’s louder than normal.
