Summer's Pov
Ruby arrived, took one look at the situation, and said, "I need to borrow her for a second," in the tone of someone who absolutely did not need to borrow anyone for anything but was going to do it regardless.
"Ruby—" I started, as she physically took my arm.
"One second, sorry, won't be long." She smiled at Miranda with a warmth that did not reach her eyes and steered me three tables away.
"Listen to me." She turned to face me, hands on my shoulders, completely serious. "You and me. Tyler. The three of us. That's it. That's the group. We are going to grow old together, Summer. We are going to be those weird old women who have lunch together every Sunday and argue about the same things we argued about when we were eighteen and share photos of each other's grandchildren. Tha
