Fifteen
He scrounged through his cupboards and put together a quick spread of cheese and crackers, olives, and sliced tomatoes. He uncorked a bottle of wine and grabbed two glasses. Aside from the bonfire, Ruthie didn’t normally drink much because she had such low tolerance, so he poured her barely half an inch of the Sauvignon.
Ruthie sat cross-legged on the carpet while he stretched out on the couch, and they got to work dissecting the evening.
“Okay, which of those couples has the best chance of winding up married?” she asked.
“Definitely Emma Gordon and Billy Fox,” he said promptly, causing them both to c***k up. “I’m serious. He’s got what she needs.”
“I assume you mean the tractor.”
“Actually, I think she was eyeing that fox fur.”
“A lot of people were, it was the only thing c
