Catch A Fallen Star. Amy Vastine
is always watching.” Ruby smiled, and it sure looked good on her. “Trust me—it’s not my favorite part, either.”
“Maybe we have more in common than we first thought.”
“We should start over.” She held out a hand. “I’m Ruby Wynn—midwife, Worst Mother of the Year according to my daughter, and Tennessee’s biggest Pink Floyd fan. Welcome to Grass Lake.”
“You’re a Pink Floyd fan? No wonder you had no idea who I was.” Boone shook her hand. “Boone Williams—Grammy Award winner, incredibly handsome country music superstar and not exactly the most humble guy in the world.”
“I might have noticed that,” she said with a laugh.
They were still holding hands, but she didn’t seem to mind and, much to Boone’s surprise, neither did he. She had beautiful green eyes and cheeks that looked naturally pink.
“This went a lot better than I thought it would,” he said, letting her go.
Ruby’s gaze dropped to her hand and then went back up to him. “Yeah, well, I should let you get back to your dinner. Have a good night.”
“You, too.” Boone watched her go down the steps and walk to her car. The last thing he expected was to have compassion for the woman who’d made him want to pull his hair out a few days ago. “Hey!” he shouted to get her attention. “You can’t be the worst mom in the world. Your kid might be a pain, but she’s brave and has a sense of humor that makes her interesting.”
“Interesting’s good?”
Boone didn’t have to think twice. Violet wasn’t the only interesting one in the family. “Always.”
VIOLET DIDN’T TALK to Ruby for two days. The silent treatment finally came to an end when she needed something. So typical.
“One of my flip-flops broke. I need new ones. Can you take me to get another pair?”
“Oh my goodness, she speaks!”
Violet rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest. “Are you done?”
“Are you?” Ruby looked up from her laptop.
“Forget it. I’ll ask Dad.” Violet turned to go.
Good luck with that, Ruby thought but didn’t say aloud. She hit Print on her laptop so she had the documents she needed for her next patient. “I can take you in about an hour, but you’ll have to come with me to check on one of my mommies-to-be.”
“Fine,” Violet said, climbing the stairs back to her room, where she had been holed up since the attempted shoplifting incident. The child was so stubborn; she could argue with a wall...and win.
“Knock, knock,” Holly said, opening the front door and popping her head in. “Can I come in?”
“You’re my landlord.” Ruby shut her laptop. “Of course you can.”
Holly dropped her purse on the floor and flopped down next to Ruby on the couch. “Jon’s sister took the boys to the lake to go swimming, and I have a whole hour of me time.”
“So you came here for wine or chocolate?”
“Chocolate. My four-year-old patted my belly last night and asked me if there was a baby in there. If I have to endure looking as though I’m eating for two, I might as well enjoy it.”
Ruby couldn’t keep from giggling. “Oh, come on. It was probably just wishful thinking on his part. Zander’s always saying he wants a baby sister.”
“Well, he can keep wishing if he wants to, but my baby-making days are over.”
Ruby went to the kitchen and grabbed two chocolate chip cookies she had made the day before in a failed attempt at luring Violet out of her room. She handed one to Holly and took a bite of the other.
“They weren’t both for me and my pretend baby?” Holly whined as Ruby sat back down.
Ruby elbowed her friend playfully in the side. “At least your children talk to you and ask questions about how you’re doing.”
“Vi’s at it again, huh? What did you do this time?” Holly asked before devouring her cookie and snatching Ruby’s half-eaten one from her hand.
“I grounded her from all electronic devices for one week. You would think it was a fate worse than death.”
“How long could you live without your phone?” Holly challenged her.
“I use my phone for work. It’s a necessary evil.”
It was Holly’s turn to laugh. “Keep telling yourself that. I saw your new high score on Jelly Chains posted to Facebook. Was that for work?”
Ruby gave her another elbow.
“Speaking of work,” Holly continued. “Any chance you asked Boone Williams about that interview?”
Hearing his name sent a strange tingle through Ruby’s body. Ever since they’d made amends on the Strattons’ front porch, she couldn’t stop thinking about the way he had looked at her and tried to make her feel better about her shortcomings as a mother.
“I’m not too sure he’s a big fan of the press.”
“Oh, please. I’m hardly the press. We’re a tiny paper, eager to hear what the other half thinks of our humble hometown.”
Ruby smiled. “Boone and humble definitely don’t mix.”
“So you asked him and he flat out said no?”
“I mentioned I had a friend at the Gazette, and he made it clear he wasn’t interested in being interviewed.” Ruby left out the part where she had threatened to have Holly write a scathing article on his bad behavior.
“Did you at least get him to sign something for me?”
Ruby cringed. “I forgot,” she said, making Holly frown. “But I will the next time I see him. Violet’s got a session over there tomorrow.”
“Maybe I could come with you. If he meets me, he’ll like me and want to do the interview.”
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” The foundation of Boone and Ruby’s truce wasn’t the strongest. Bringing “the press” would likely cause some strain.
A couple of days ago, Ruby wouldn’t have cared. But Boone had shown her something she absolutely hadn’t been expecting—compassion. He had also made her believe his intentions were to help and not make things harder on her when he intervened with Violet.
“What’s that look?” Holly snapped Ruby out of her thoughts.
“What look?”
“That’s the look you got the first time you saw Levi ride a bull at the rodeo,” Holly accused her.
Ruby shook her head. “No way. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
The first time she had seen Levi, she’d been a naive twenty-year-old with absolutely no idea what she wanted in life. Falling for a cute bull rider had seemed like a perfectly rebellious thing to do. It was a stupid crush that had turned into a horrible marriage that ended in an even worse divorce.
Ruby did not have a crush on Boone Williams. And she certainly wasn’t some naive kid without a clue. Ruby knew exactly what she wanted, and it had nothing to do with getting involved with a man who clearly had more issues than she did.
“You stared into those blue eyes and got Booned, didn’t you?”
“Excuse me?”
“Booned. It’s what happens when Boone Williams makes you fall in love with one look.”