Ruby woke before the alarm.The apartment was still dark, the kind of early morning quiet that belonged only to people who lived alone. She lay still for a moment, listening to the faint hum of the refrigerator through the thin wall, then rose without turning on the light. Habit. Discipline. The same quiet order she brought into every room she entered.She moved through the small space with the unhurried precision of someone who had learned long ago that rushing never improved the outcome. Shower. Black coffee, no sugar. The navy dress she had laid out the night before. By the time the sky over Columbus began to pale, she was already at the window, hair smoothed into its usual low knot, watching the first cars move along the wet street below.The rejection still sat in the back of her mind like a stone she had chosen not to put down.Kevin Langford had looked at her on that sidewalk as if she were a door he had every intention of opening. Most men looked at her and saw a competent you
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