Ruby glanced up at Dean for a moment, then returned her focus to Sam. She gave him a sad little smile, her bottom lip quivering. "I know. I have the worst timing. You can help me work on it. You look like a guy whose got really great timing."
Her hand squeezed on his several times, not wanting his hold to loosen on hers. She wasn't ready to let go of him yet. Not at all. "So, where do you want to go for dinner? Do you like Italian?" Ruby lifted their joined hands to her chest, holding his hand over her heart.