Make Me Yours(64)

Not a problem in sight…



“Lillie, No! Oh my God—NO!” The scream snaps me out of the most divine slumber.

Ruby jumps off my chest and starts grabbing clothes. For a moment, I can’t get my bearings. Then it hits me like a sledgehammer. I slept all night in Ruby’s bedroom, naked in her bed, and now Eleanor is screaming.

Her voice is coming from down the hall where Lillie’s room is.

“Shit!” I fall out of bed, searching for my clothes.

Ruby is wearing a tee and jerking pink sweatpants over her naked body as she yells. “Eleanor! What’s wrong? What’s happening?”

She flies out of the room, and I follow her, quickly shoving my legs into my pajama pants, panic rising faster than my breath.

I’m nearly blind by the time I burst into my daughter’s room, and what I see there almost sends me slamming to the wall.

Lillie is sitting in her bed crying. Her face, her arms, her sheets, her entire bed is covered in splatters of deep red liquid. It looks like blood.

“Jesus, what happened? Lillie?” I try to get to her.

My daughter is wailing and Eleanor is ripping back blankets and sheets. The scene is utter chaos.

“Lillie!” Eleanor stands over her, grasping her arms and searching her body for wounds. Lillie’s face is beet read, and she’s bawling.

Ruby pushes right in the middle of the melee, snatching my daughter’s arm from her grandmother. Then she does the unthinkable. She lifts it to her face and touches it with her tongue.

“Ruby, no!” I shout watching her taste what looks like blood. My throat closes, and I think I might vomit.

“It’s okay!” Ruby holds up her hands, her face melting into relief. Lillie is still crying, but Ruby scoops her out of the messy bed. “It’s ketchup! It’s only ketchup.”

“Ketchup?” I collapse against the wall trying to get my heart started again.

“Thank the Lord… Lillian Alexandra, you almost gave me a heart attack!”

The sheets are a red-stained mess, and only then do I notice the three little white foil packets in the middle of the nightmare. Fucking ketchup?

“I don’t understand.” My voice is ragged. I feel like I’ve run a marathon. “How did she get them—”

Unfortunately, it’s at that very moment Eleanor sees what I’m wearing and seems to connect the dots. “Were you just…” She looks from me to the door then back at me again. “Did you just come from Ruby’s bedroom?”

“Eleanor, I can explain.”

“No.” Her hands go up in a halting motion, and she shakes her head violently. “No no no. This will not go on in my presence.”

“If you’ll just let me explain.” Actually, I’m not sure what I’m explaining. It’s my fucking house.

Her rant continues. “I will not live this way, Remington. I draw the line here. I will not live in a house of sin. If this is what goes on, we are going to have to find another deal. You cannot have sex with an employee.”

I hope the noise of the running faucet drowns out what she’s saying. Eleanor is ranting and storming around the room with her hands in the air.

Just then the water shuts off, and I hear Ruby speaking gently. “Stop crying now. Use that cloth and wash all the ketchup off your face. I’ll be back to wash your hair.”

She enters the room and goes to the dresser. She doesn’t even look at Eleanor, who’s now glaring holes in her back as if she were the Whore of Babylon.

“I’ll wash her hair then start these sheets first thing in the morning. She can sleep with me tonight.” Ruby holds up little girl panties and a nightgown. “Good thing we had a waterproof mattress cover on the bed. I’m afraid we’ll probably have to toss these. Ketchup stains never wash out…”

Her voice dies when she finally looks up and sees Eleanor’s glaring eyes about to pop out of her head.

Ruby looks from her to me. “What’s happening now?”

To her credit, my mother in law steps closer and lowers her voice. “Was Remington sleeping in your bedroom just now?”

Ruby’s mouth drops open, and her cheeks blaze red.

I’ve had enough of the theatrics. “That’s really none of your business. What Ruby and I do on our own time is our concern.”

Lillie’s grandmother stiffens her back, tugging on the front of her robe. “Ruby is your employee. She lives in this house. I will not have this… this… fornication going on just steps from my granddaughter.”

“Jesus, take the wheel.” Ruby exhales, putting her hands on her forehead. Her eyes squeeze shut, and she shakes her head rapidly. “You know what? You’re right, Eleanor. You’re absolutely right.”

“Wait, what?” I step forward, not liking this turn of events one bit. “Ruby, what are you saying?”

“I was going to tell you in New York, but we were having such a good time—”

My shoulders are tight. “Tell me what?”

“I put a deposit on a house. It’s right near the entrance of Oakville Estates, walking distance from here. Not that I would walk. Dagwood Magee’s aunt actually owns it, and she said I could move in as soon as I’m ready.”

“You’re moving out?” I feel my control slipping.