Ruby blinked in surprise, but she didn't move. He held her like someone who had been scared to death, like someone who had been waiting for a piece of his soul to return.
"Where have you been, wife…" he murmured softly against her shoulder, his voice tight with emotion. "Do you know how worried I was…"
She could feel his heart beating fast. He had been worried. Really worried.
But suddenly, his body stiffened.
He pulled back just a little, his brows slowly drawing together.
His nose twitched subtly, and his eyes dropped down to her jacket.
Then his gaze locked with hers — confused and slightly hurt.
"…What's that smell?" he asked, almost in a whisper.
Ruby tilted her head. "What?"
He looked down again and murmured more to himself, "It's not yours… it's expensive… it's cologne."
His fingers lightly touched the edge of her sleeve. "This isn't your scent…"
Ruby blinked, realizing what he meant.
That ghost from last night.
