did I tell you?” Amber asked in a voice that held more than a note of triumph. Superiority was more like it, Ruby thought.
She had to admit that she’d never looked that good in anything. “But what about my shoulders?” she asked, hoping to finding something wrong with the strapless, draped sheath in brick red.
“What about ’em?” Pearl said. “This dress is perfect on you. Wrap it up, girl, and let’s go. Wade’s waiting for me. We have a date tonight.” She winked at Ruby. “In this dress you’ll get one, too.”
On New Year’s Eve Ruby wore the same royal blue dress and jacket to Pearl’s wedding that she’d worn to Opal’s the week before, but with her hair up in a French twist and Amber’s “Jezebel earrings,” as Wade called them. She looked much better. Even she had to admit that last week the dress didn’t do a thing for her. Except get her into trouble with Luther.
After the ceremony, she rushed home to change into the red evening gown for the reception. She stood at the mirror admiring what she saw and appreciating, at last, her sisters’ pleas to stop looking so dowdy. From now on, she vowed, there would definitely be some changes made. She slipped on her black satin shoes, got the matching purse and added her perfume—something else she intended to change. After wearing the same fragrance for over ten years, she could use a different scent. Yes, indeed, she told herself as she walked down the stairs, anybody who expected the same old Ruby was in for a surprise.
She let Trevor Johns ring a second time before she opened the door. He stared at her, and she’d swear with her hand on the Bible that his eyes doubled in size.
“Ruby?”
She squelched the laughter, but a grin broke out on her face nonetheless. “Hi, Trevor. Come on in while I get my coat.”
“You sure look pretty. Even prettier than you looked last week at Opal and D’marcus’s wedding. You ought to wear red all the time.” He handed her a bouquet of yellow roses. “I didn’t get red ones, because they’re supposed to be for intimate relationships, but I sure wish I had.”
She decided not to comment on that. If he was working up to something, she didn’t think she was ready to hear it. Not that he wasn’t interesting in some ways. He towered over her, and that was in his favor, as were his good looks. And the brother knew how to put on clothes; he looked almost as great in that tux as Luther did in his. Luther…She was not going to allow him to cross her mind. She put the roses in a vase on the table in her foyer and handed him her coat.
He helped her into her coat without allowing his hands to touch her bare shoulders—another point in his favor—and she let herself relax. The evening would be all right.
“I wonder what’s keeping Ruby,” Luther said to Opal and D’marcus, who had delayed their honeymoon in order to attend Pearl and Wade’s wedding. They stood near the door at practically the same spot where, only one week earlier, he’d kissed Ruby for the first time. It seemed as if years had passed.
“I think she’s with Pearl,” D’marcus said. “You know Ruby has to check everything out. I expect she’ll be out here in a minute or two. After all, she’s at the head of the receiving line, and it’s time for the reception to begin.”
Luther hoped they considered it normal for him to express concern about Ruby. He was worried about her; maybe he’d killed any chance that he could have a relationship with Ruby. He didn’t expect her to accept him as a lover, her behavior since rocking him out of his senses was proof of that.
What the hell! He stared in disbelief as Ruby—it was Ruby, wasn’t it?—approached them arm in arm with a six-and-a-half-foot turkey dressed up in a penguin suit. He shook his head in dismay. He wasn’t being fair, but he couldn’t help it. The knife stabbed his gut and then turned when she looked up at the guy and smiled.
“Hi,” she said airily, as if she hadn’t created a stir. “The place is lovely, isn’t it? And so romantic.”
“Hello, Ruby,” he said, struggling to keep his voice low and calm. “Well, I suspect you’re ready to begin receiving, so I’ll see you later.”
“Oh, Luther!” she said, as if he were an afterthought. “You’re supposed to be in the receiving line right after Amber and Paul. Where do you think you’re going?”
He wanted badly to tell her he was going where he wouldn’t see her, but instead, he said, “Where did you think I was going?” and headed down to where Amber and her new husband, Paul Gutierrez, shared a laugh with Paige Richards. He didn’t wait to be introduced to Ruby’s date. Indeed, he didn’t want to meet the man or even to remember what he looked like. And he prayed to God she wouldn’t drink any champagne. In all the time he thought about it, he hadn’t been able to figure out any other reason why she’d made love with him last week. She had appeared to be stone-cold sober, and he prayed that she had been, but then, why did she reject him? He shook his head. He wasn’t going into that again; he’d suffered enough about it.
“Who’s the guy with Ruby?” he asked Paul.
“Damned if I know, man. I hardly recognized her. Talk about a siren! She ought to come out like that all the time.”
“Tell me about it. Where are the bride and groom?” he asked Amber, effectively getting the conversation away from Ruby.
“They’ll be in as soon as the best man gives the signal, and he has to get it from Ruby,” Amber said. “Reminds me of Ford’s assembly line. Thank goodness Paul and I skipped all this formal stuff.”
Luther looked from Amber to his friend Paul, and for the first time that evening, a feeling of warmth and happiness enveloped him. When he’d sent his buddy to rescue Amber from Dashuan Kennedy—a no-good man if ever there was one—he didn’t dream that Amber and Paul would fall in love and marry. But as he thought of it now, it couldn’t have been otherwise. They seemed to suit each other the way pods suited peas. Perfectly.
He waited until Pearl and Wade entered, heard the toasts and gave his own toast as was expected of him. He was about to leave when D’marcus moved to the microphone.
“We have a little news for you,” he said with his arm tight around the waist of his new wife. “We hunted half a year for it, but today we found our dream house. I just wanted to share that with our families and friends and to let you all know that we’ll be staying right here in Detroit.”
“Well,” Pearl said when the applause died down, “congratulations, Opal and D’marcus. I’m happy you’ll be staying here, because I’ve decided not to audition for that record label in Nashville. I got a call from a label right here in Detroit, and I’m going for it. I can pursue a singing career and stay right here with my husband and my family.”
Luther gazed around him at the hugs and smiles of joy. The Lockharts had been a part of his life since he was a boy. They were grown now with men of their own, and they didn’t need him. His gaze locked on Ruby, dazzling in that red dress and those shimmering earrings, with her hair pulled back to expose her high cheekbones and sculpted face. Against the soft candlelight, she bloomed like an American beauty rose, her skin glowing above the strapless gown. He sucked in a breath. In his mind’s eye, he envisaged her escort with his mouth on her sweet breast. Damn! It was time he got on with his life.
He hugged Pearl and shook Wade’s hand. “Have a happy, you two. If you need me, you know where to find me.”
Then
