is my favorite.”
* * *
FAYRENE DROPPED HER skirt to the floor and slid into her jeans. She’d left Ryan in the living room with Misty and the kittens. He didn’t seem the type to snoop, but it had been so long since she’d brought a guy home, she felt strange leaving him alone. Who knew you could forget how to date?
Not that this was a date—he was a friend, helping her out. But he was also a man and nice-looking and there was the whole zap thing.
She pulled on her sweatshirt and shoved her feet into flats. Her curly hair was a mess, but then it usually was. She’d learned to ignore it. Less than two minutes after she’d left him to get changed, she was back in the living room. Where Ryan wasn’t.
She stared at the empty space. His backpack was still on the floor by the door, and his coat was on the small rack. She paused and listened, then heard a distinct meow from the alcove that was her kitchen.
She followed the noise and found Ryan opening a can of cat food. Misty was out of the box and tracing a figure eight around his ankles.
He looked up and smiled. “I thought she might be hungry,” he said. “She’s had a tough day.”
He scooped food into a bowl and set it on the floor. Misty hurried over and started eating. He poured out some dry food, then filled her water bowl.
“You’re good,” Fayrene told him. “You’ve taken care of pets before.”
“I grew up on a farm.”
Fayrene stared at him. “Seriously?”
He covered the rest of the canned cat food and put it in her refrigerator, then closed the door and leaned against the counter.
“Why is that surprising? You live in a small town.”
“But not on a farm.”
She led the way into the living room. The coffee table had a small drawer where she kept her favorite takeout menus. When they were both seated on the sofa, she handed him the stack.
“I owe you, so you get to pick. It doesn’t have to be pizza. Other places deliver.”
He chuckled. “You sure know how to spoil a guy.”
He flipped through the various offerings before choosing pizza. Fayrene phoned in the order, adding a six-pack of beer to the pizza. Because all she had in her refrigerator was a jar of mustard and Misty’s breakfast.
“So where is the family farm?” she asked, angling toward him.
“A place you’ve never heard of. Colville, Washington. It’s north of Spokane. My dad runs a few hundred heads of cattle and twenty acres of hay. We raised chickens, goats, rabbits. The usual.”
She laughed. “The usual? Not for me. No wonder you were comfortable with Misty’s delicate condition. Nothing you haven’t seen before.”
He shrugged. “I’ve had my share of birthing babies.”
“How did you get from there to here?”
His dark gaze settled on her face. “Why aren’t I still that farm boy?”
She nodded.
“It’s a hard way to making a living. There are a few manufacturing jobs in town, but I didn’t want that, either. I’d always been interested in how things worked. I would take things apart and try to put them back together.” His mouth curved up. “When I was younger, I wasn’t very good at the putting them back together part. My parents were really patient with me.”
“So you always wanted to be an engineer?”
“Pretty much. When I was fifteen, my dad bought a wind turbine to generate electricity.” The smile widened. “That’s a windmill for you city folks.”
She laughed. “Thanks for explaining. So that’s what you studied?”
“My degree is more general. Alternative energy sources, but I’ve specialized in wind turbines. I’ve been working on some designs of my own, and I’ve modified existing designs. Efficiency is significant. Getting an extra kilowatt may not seem like much, but over time, it adds up.”
He spoke with enthusiasm and got technical pretty quickly. In a matter of a minute, she had no idea what he was talking about. But she liked the sound of his voice and how he was excited about what he did. A lot of guys her age were just coasting. They wanted to be the next Steve Jobs without doing the work.
Not Ryan, she thought, respecting his desire to get ahead.
She also liked how his dark hair fell across his forehead and the way his glasses made him seem more approachable.
She found herself wanting to move closer. To lean into him and—
She slammed on mental brakes. That was so not happening, she reminded herself. She was the girl with a plan. She had dreams to fulfill. Getting involved would only distract her. Dreams first, romance second.
Oh, but he was tempting.
“...which was where I met Ethan,” he was saying.
She’d been listening enough to know he’d been talking about a conference. “He convinced you to come here?”
Ryan hesitated. “Not exactly. My contract with him is for six weeks. He wanted some design modifications, which is what I’m doing now. I have a job offer in Texas.”
That was news. “Are you going to take it?”
“I don’t know. It’s a good offer. There’s a lot of cutting-edge work being done there. North Texas gets a lot of wind.”
While she wasn’t happy with the idea of him leaving, it did simplify the problem. If Ryan wasn’t staying, then he couldn’t interfere with her plan. And sitting just a little closer on the sofa was perfectly safe...
And maybe a little bit dangerous.
SEVERAL SLICES OF PIZZA, a couple of beers, two handfuls of Jelly Bellys and some interesting conversation later, Ryan found himself wishing Fayrene hadn’t been quite so clear on the “I’m not sleeping with you” front. She was bright, funny and sexy. Under other circumstances, he would be making his move. Only this wasn’t that kind of situation. She’d asked him over to help her babysit a cat—not because she was interested in him. But a guy could dream.
They lingered at the small table by the kitchen. Misty had gone to sleep after her dinner and showed no signs of stirring or giving birth. If he had to guess, he would say she was done delivering. But admitting that meant telling Fayrene there was no reason for him to stay, and he didn’t want the evening to end just yet.
“My mom came here to go to school,” she was saying. “My dad had just been promoted to assistant manager
