Chapters (68)
- Biding Time
- Dedication
- Table of Contents
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Four
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Chapter Fifty-Six
- Acknowledgments
- Other Titles by Lyn Gardner
- Going on Red
- Choices
- Born Out of Wedlock
- Give Me A Reason
- Mistletoe
“No, but I’ve been around long enough to see there’s definitely a trend toward happily ever after,” Bennett said, indicating for Ruby to climb the stairs ahead of her. “Christ, look at how many dating apps exist today. It’s almost a prerequisite for being human, finding that perfect partner, that perfect love, so you can wear a badge of honor in the shape of a wedding ring. And then, of course, you procreate so even more will be produced, and they, too, will eventually join the throng looking for their perfect mate.”
“That’s pretty pessimistic,” Ruby said, stopping when she reached the flight of stairs leading to her apartment.
“It’s hard not to be sometimes,” Bennett said, motioning for Ruby to continue. “It’s the price of being immortal.”
“It sounds to me like it’s the price of being burned one too many times,” Ruby said when she reached her apartment.
“Perhaps.”
Ruby unlocked the door and turned to Bennett. “Okay, so here’s what I see. Your presumption about what I want is just that—a presumption, and one I don’t appreciate. Would I like to get to know you better? Yes. Would that involve lots of questions? Yes, how could it not? Would I like to sleep with you? Hell, yes, but don’t you dare group me with others who must have hurt you in some way. There’s nothing wrong with people wanting to find that special someone. There’s nothing wrong with wanting a happily ever after life, and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with a thirty-one-year-old lesbian preferring to have as much fun as she’d like before she meets her maker. Maybe one day I’ll change my mind, but if there’s one thing I’ve learned, being alone has its perks. You don’t have to answer to anyone. You don’t have to share your stuff, and…” Ruby intruded on Bennett’s personal space and gave her a casual once-over. “And you can screw anyone you’d like to screw, and in any way they’d like.”
Ruby stepped into her apartment and turned back around. “And as for being turned as you called it. If that means I’d become as self-righteous and opinionated as you, I’m not interested. In case you haven’t figured it out, I don’t like being pigeon-holed, and I sure as hell don’t like being judged.”
The conversation ended with Ruby slamming the door in Bennett’s face.