The moment the door clicked shut behind Charles, Whitney let out a dramatic sigh and flopped back on the bed, grinning like she’d just won a prize.
“Oh my God,” she said, fanning herself. “Did you see him? Please tell me you saw him, Ruby. That man looks like he walked straight out of a fantasy novel. Broad shoulders, voice like warm gravel, and those eyes? Whew.”
Ruby groaned without looking up from her pillow. “Whitney, you can’t flirt with everyone who has a pulse.”
“I’m not flirting with everyone,” Whitney protested, sitting up indignantly. “Just him. And maybe that Gamma guy if he ever smiles again.”
Ruby finally rolled over, her expression halfway between disbelief and amusement. “You think he was into you?”
Whitney gave her an offended look. “Think? Ruby, please. I know chemist
