His eating habits were truly disgusting, even worse than her brothers’. She could hardly bear to lift her gaze from her own plate, he made her feel so sick. ‘Would you like me to help cut that up for you, ducks?’ she offered through gritted teeth. Danny stared at her, his strange pale eyes wary. Did he have to jump like that every time she spoke to him? He was so jittery she wanted to slap him. How was she ever supposed to impress Nick when Danny acted as if he was terrified of her? ‘Ruby asked you a question, Dan,’ Nick prompted him gently. ‘You have to answer people when they talk to you.’ ‘It’s all right, Nick.’ Ruby reached over and took the knife and fork out of Dan’s hands. She vented her frustration on his plate of food, hacking his sausages into tiny pieces. ‘There you are, love,’ she said, handing the fork back to him. ‘You can manage now, can’t you?’ ‘Look at him.’ Nick nodded at Danny as he started to eat.
