Chapter Fifteen
Chance
A candlelight dinner would help me begin to fix things with Ruby. The salads were ready and chilling in the fridge. The pub-style pot roast, complete with potatoes, pearl onions, and carrots, stayed warm in the oven in the aluminum tray I’d brought it home in from the restaurant. Red wine chilled in an ice bucket on the table that I’d covered with a white linen tablecloth.
The stage was set. I just needed Ruby to come home.
As soon as I heard the beeping of the lock, I hurried to meet her. I couldn’t wait to hold her in my arms and tell her that I loved her and how sorry I was for everything I had done.
I heard her sobbing before I got to her. “Baby?”
“Chance,” she cried. “Don’t look at me!” She had her hands covering her face when I got to her.
“What’s wrong?
