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What was it about him that affected her so?
    Several people greeted him as they passed—more than said hello to Christa, even. “You seem to have made a lot of friends in town,” she said, as she slid into the booth across from him.
    “Acquaintances, anyway. You know how people are around here—welcoming.”
    “Where are you from?” she asked.
    “All over. I’d lived in three different countries by the time I entered first grade. We went wherever the army told my father to go, wherever he was needed.”
    She couldn’t imagine what such a nomadic life would be like. She’d been born and raised in Cedar Grove; no matter where she lived from now on, this would always be home. She wouldn’t want to be like Ryder—rootless.
    The waitress came to take their order. “Just coffee,” Christa said. “With cream.”
    “I’ll have black coffee,” Ryder said. “And do you have any of that blackberry pie left?”
    “For you, I might be able to find a couple of slices.” The waitress smiled at him, clearly flirting.
    He looked at Christa. “You sure you won’t indulge? It’s homemade.”
    Her mouth watered at the memory of Etta Mae’s pies. “All right. Thanks.”
    When the waitress left, Christa continued their conversation. “And now you’re in a job where you travel a lot. What’s the longest you’ve ever stayed in one place?”
    “I’m hoping this will be it. This is the biggest job I’ve been on and it should take over two years.”
    Something about the pride in his voice made her hazard a guess. “Is this your first time overseeing a job this big?” After all, he couldn’t be much older than her.
    “Yes. I was only recently promoted. Obviously, I want my bosses to feel they made the right decision to put me in charge.”
    “You certainly seem to be winning over people in the meeting tonight.”
    “Present company excepted?” The dimples showed on either side of his mouth.
    “I don’t dislike you.” She shifted in her seat. The opposite, really. He was a very easy man to like. “But I don’t like what you’re doing. I don’t think it’s right.”
    “You don’t like the route chosen for the highway.”
    “I think it should be closer to town, so that the town is the focus and not some new development ten miles away.”
    “What about the rest of the route, beyond the town?” His expression grew wary, though she couldn’t imagine why.
    “I didn’t pay much attention to that,” she admitted. “I’ve never been very good at reading maps or envisioning things in space. I had to take remedial geometry in school.” She was an idea person, not a picture person.
    “Paul Raybourn said you worked for a marketing firm.”
    “I did.” She hesitated, tempted to gloss over her unemployment, or even outright lie. But she wasn’t a dishonest person and besides, she hadn’t done anything wrong. “My company laid off a bunch of people and I was one of them. It’s why I came home—to regroup and save money while I look for another job.”
    “Traveling for my job, I’ve met a lot of people in the same boat, but that doesn’t make it any easier. I hope you find a new job soon.”
    “I’m sure I will.” The job hunting seminar she’d attended in Houston had emphasized remaining positive. Of course, finding a new job also meant sending out résumés, putting in applications and networking with contacts in her field—all things she hadn’t gotten around to doing yet. But she’d start the job hunt soon. She’d just wanted a little time to lick her wounds and regain her equilibrium.
    “Have you thought of going into business for yourself?” he asked. “That’s an option a few people I know have taken.”
    “When I first graduated college, I thought of starting my own business,” she said. “After I’d gained some experience working for others. But I don’t know what I’d do.”
    The waitress returned with their coffee and pie. “That looks great.” He admired the pie, and