Page 36 of A Tempting Seduction

“Let me find something to put these in.” Ruby disappeared into what I assumed was the kitchen.

“You have an incredible green thumb.” I called toward the kitchen.

“Thanks.” Ruby's voice carried embarrassment. “I know it's a lot. People say it looks like a jungle in here.”

“It looks alive. Like a place where things grow and thrive.”

Ruby reappeared carrying the wildflowers in a clear glass pitcher. Her cheeks were flushed with what looked like shame.

“I don't have a vase. I've never...” She bit her lip. “I don't usually have flowers in the house.”

The admission hit me harder than it should have. Ruby Miller, who took care of everyone around her, who brought light to every space she entered, had never had flowers in her own home.

“The pitcher's perfect. Better than a vase, actually. More casual.”

She set the arrangement on her coffee table and stepped back to admire it. The smile that spread across her face was worth every ounce of indecision.

“I love them. Thank you.”

“You're welcome.” I checked my watch. “We should probably head out. Our reservation's at seven.”

“Where are we going?”

“The River Stone House, in Gatlinburg. Have you been there?”

Ruby shook her head, grabbing a small purse from the side table.

“I don't think I've heard of it.”

“It's supposed to have incredible food. I hope you're hungry.”

Ruby's laugh was music. “I always have a good appetite. You don't have to worry about me picking at a salad all night.”

I held the door open for her, then followed her down the porch steps. My Mustang waited at the curb, its midnight blue paint gleaming under the streetlights. I'd spent all afternoon detailing it, wanting everything about tonight to be perfect.

“This is your car?” Ruby stopped beside the passenger door, running her fingers along the chrome trim.

“1967 Mustang fastback. My dad and I restored it together when I was in high school.”

“It's gorgeous.”

I opened her door and waited while she settled into the leather seat. The drive to Gatlinburg would take about thirty minutes, plenty of time to talk without the pressure of a restaurant setting.

I started the engine, savoring the rumble of the V8, and pulled away from the curb.

“So, how's Fiona settling in at the new job?”

Ruby's face lit up with genuine happiness.

“She loves it. The kids are thriving in the daycare, and she's already talking about taking some continuing education courses to advance her fitness credentials.”

“That's incredible. Mom says that she’s really coming out of her shell.”

“Confidence makes all the difference.”

I glanced at Ruby, taking in her profile in the dashboard lights.

“You did that. You gave her the push she needed to take that risk.”