“It will have to.I’m not dating him or anyone else.”
She looks like she wants to argue, but Ford calls us up to the front, and I’m saved from her line of questioning.
I paste an easy smile on my face as I head from behind the counter and get to work.I do my best to keep that smile on my face for the next six hours.
I can feel Ransom’s eyes on me all the time, and with each passing minute, I know that he’s not going to let me go without a fight.
Cameron left a few hours ago, so it’s just me, Ford, and Ransom left in the diner as we close up.
“Why don’t you head on home now, Ruby?I’ll finish up here,” Ford tells me.
Part of me wants to tell him I’ll stay, but I know I’m only putting off the inevitable.If Ransom hasn’t left in the last few hours, he’s not going to leave now that it’s almost time for me to head home.
“Sure.Thanks,” I say as I head to the back to clock out and hang up my apron.
I grab my things and wave at Ford as I head for the door.Ransom is already waiting for me, and I smile at him as I head out the door.
“Are you done with this charade yet?”He demands to know as we walk towards my house.
“What charade?”I ask, playing dumb.
“Damn it, Ruby,” he snaps, and I swallow hard.
“I told you that I don’t date.I don’t know why you had any other idea in your head,” I tell him truthfully.
“We have something,” he argues.“I know that you can feel this thing between us.”
I shake my head, walking faster.
“I don’t.I can’t be with you.I’m sorry.”
“Wait,” he says as we reach my front porch.His hand shoots out and he grabs my arm to stop me.“Please, Ruby.You’re not your mom.You don’t have to do this.”
I flinch at his words and jerk my arm out of his hold.
“I don’t want you,” I tell him.“Leave me alone.”
With that, I turn and hurry into the house, slamming it behind me.
My stomach turns over again, and I rush to the bathroom to throw up.I’ve been feeling nauseous all day, and it’s only gotten worse.
Cameron comes into the bathroom and pulls my hair back.
“Ugh,” I groan and she gives me a tired smile.
“Was it something that you ate?”She asks, and I shrug.
“I don’t know.I barely ate today.I’ve been feeling sick the last few days, so maybe it’s the flu or something.”
“Or…” she starts, and I frown.
“What?”
“Or maybe you’re pregnant.”
My stomach drops at her words, and I lean over the toilet, throwing up again.
“I’ll go get you a test,” she tells me, and I groan miserably, leaning against the toilet.
