“What do you want?” Ruby comes over to me.
Of course the show goes to a commercial, so everyone is looking at me now.
“Um…” I’d usually have a glass of wine or at least a seltzer, but that’s not happening. “I’ll just have a… Sprite?”
Ruby’s eyes narrow at me. “You’re not drinking?”
Thanks, Mom.
I shrug, trying to play it off. “The coffee earlier made my stomach a little queasy.”
Foster turns toward me, and his gaze dips to my stomach. I nudge my foot against his under the table. His eyes snap back up, and he turns to look at the television.
“Oh, I hope you didn’t get mine,” Leighton says. “You know how I take so much sugar.”
Leighton for the win.
“Sugar? You don’t take sugar.”
Shut up, Hayes.
Leighton rolls her eyes. “I do when we get it out.”
Just pile on the guilt that she’s now trying to convince her loving fiancé that she takes her coffee differently at a café than at home.
“Since when?” Hayes, of course, doesn’t let it go because no one knows Leighton like he does.
“Since I sipped someone’s at work by accident and liked it.”
Hayes’s eyebrows shoot up. “Someone who?”
“She does know people you don’t, Hayes.” I try to get her out of the mess I created, but he narrows his eyes at her.
“Is this someone male?” he asks.
“Oh, how is Elias? Did he ever get to Colombia for that bike trip he wanted to go on?” My mom came in for the save when she didn’t even know it was needed.
Thank you, Mom.
“And you?” Ruby asks Foster, ignoring our back and forth.
He strips his attention from the screen and looks at Ruby. “I’ll just have a… water.”
“Water?” Easton says, walking into the room with Decker right behind him. “Since when do you drink water?”
“Since I want to.” Foster returns his attention to the TV.
Easton and Decker both say hello to the kids and give my mom a hug.
“Where’s Dave?” Decker asks.
Mom pats him on the cheek. “Golfing.”
“We should’ve gone golfing,” Easton says, sitting down. “Ruby, can I have a beer?”
Decker raises his hand. “Make that two. Thanks, Ruby.”
She leaves and thank God the entire drink fiasco is over.
