8
Parker stood on Ruby’s front porch. His hands had suddenly gone clammy, and he wiped them on his pants. What was wrong with him? This was almost as bad as when he had waited at the movie theater, except he shouldn’t be this nervous to help someone prepare for a baby shower. Especially because it wasn’t even his baby!
Parker raised a hand to knock, but the door swung open before he had the chance. Ruby stood in the doorway, her dark hair flowing over her shoulders. She wore an oversized T-shirt and leggings that accentuated her figure.
“Beautiful,” he murmured.
Ruby gave him a crooked smile. “Sorry?”
Parker cleared his throat. “Your house. It’s beautiful.”
“Thank you,” she said with a small laugh. “But it’s the same house you were at last night.”
“Right. But it was dark, and the su
