Seventeen

As soon as Ruby walked out of her room later that evening, she locked her gaze on Cameron. He must have arrived from his parents where he went to pick up his children. His piercing blue eyes looked as if they were looking into her soul.

“Good evening, sir. You've arrived.” She said.

“Yes, obviously.” He replied, his voice cold. "Davey said you made dinner for everyone. You didn't have to.”

Why was he always so cold to her, she wanted to ask him, but she smiled and nodded. "I know that. I wanted to.”

“I usually make dinner for my kids or order in for them, but the latter had been what we do lately. It's been ages since they had a home-cooked meal if you don't count the occasional oatmeal.” He said.

Wow, that wasn't a healthy habit, especially for kids. "It's fine. I can do that now.” She said. She wasn't going to be paid for being their cook, but it was the least she could do to make up for being paid eighty-five dollars an hour.

“We’ll talk about you getting an increase later.”