basket and took out the napkins rather than deal with her sister’s pointed remark.
Jen didn’t give up. “I saw the way he maneuvered into Beattie’s pew so he could sit with you.”
“He was just being helpful.”
“What bachelor volunteers to watch a toddler? Honestly, you’re so blind sometimes.”
Ruth flinched. It wasn’t so much that she was blind to Sam’s attentions, but rather she preferred he direct them toward Jen. Her sister could dazzle a man like Sam, could endlessly entertain him with her crazy ideas and impulsive behavior. Ruth, on the other hand, would soon bore him.
She moved the jar of pickled beets into the shadow of the basket. “You might call it ‘blind.’ I call it ‘realistic.’” She lined up the plates and placed one knife, one fork and one spoon on each, taking care that the knife blade was turned inward.
“Realistic?” Jen snorted. “How dull.”
Ruth choked back a sudden ache. Was she dull? Doomed to a safe life without excitement? Realism guarded against pain. In exchange it demanded the surrender of any chance at limitless joy.
“I’m not like you and Minnie.” Ruth fetched stones to put on each corner of the blanket in case a breeze arose. “I’m a homebody. I prefer a simple life. I like daily routine. Our family is my life.”
“Is that all?” Jen leaned close. “You must want romance. Everyone does.”
Ruth couldn’t admit the ache deep in her heart. “I’ve accepted my place. The dress shop and the family are enough for me.”
Jen handed her a stone. “You’re settling.”
“Maybe I want to settle.” She looked straight into her sister’s eyes. “Don’t worry about me. Find a man you adore, one who loves you with all his heart, and marry him.”
Jen’s eyes twinkled. “Speaking of adoring men, yours is almost here.”
Something between panic and delight jolted Ruth. At the sight of him, she instinctively reached up to check her hair and in the process knocked off her wide-brimmed straw hat. My, Sam was handsome! She couldn’t take her eyes off him. He strode toward her with the casual ease of a man who knew his place in the world. In his hands he carried a small carton tied with string that could have come from only the bakery. And he was within earshot. How much of her conversation had he overheard?
Her nerves fluttered as she smoothed her ragged old dress. Maybe she should have worn something better.
Sam smiled at her and held out the carton. “For you.”
“You didn’t need to bring anything.” Though her knees quaked, she managed to get out the words.
He handed her the carton. “Of course I did.”
His smile sent warmth clear to her toes, but when he bent and retrieved her hat, she nearly stopped breathing.
“I believe you lost this.” He held out the hat.
“Yes. Thank you.” Not one intelligent word remained in her head. She took the hat with her free hand. Now what? Should she set down the cake? Put on her hat? Or invite him to sit?
Pastor Gabe’s wife had noticed Sam’s arrival and was whispering something to her sister-in-law, who’d joined them with her husband for what looked to be a family picnic. The Grattans watched from a table in the pavilion. No doubt they expected a man like Sam to gravitate toward them, not one of the town’s poorer citizens.
Though the corner of Sam’s mouth lifted in a half smile, his gaze took in her dowdy dress. Jen was right. Sam, who loved color, could find nothing appealing in an old beige dress and straw hat. That was precisely why she’d worn it, so why the regret?
“Would you like to walk before dinner?” Sam held out his hand to her, not Jen.
Ruth wasn’t sure she could walk one step. He stood near, so close that his bergamot scent curled around her in a welcoming embrace. Logic dictated he could not possibly be interested in a dull wallflower with glasses, yet he’d asked her to join him.
Though her pulse raced, her practical side urged her to refuse. This course would lead to only humiliation and heartbreak. Yet as he took the carton from her hand and gave it to Jen, she wanted to believe it was possible for a gallant swan to love an ugly old goose in real life as well as the storybooks.
“I’d love to see the river, and I can think of no one better to show me.” Sam held out his arm. “Your sister won’t mind watching over the picnic for a few minutes.”
Though Jen usually balked at anyone assuming she would do something, this time she grinned and waved them on. “Go. I have things under control here.”
Ruth’s heart fluttered wildly. Sam wanted to walk with her, just her, along the river. She glanced at Eloise Grattan and her mother. They’d be so envious, perhaps even incredulous. The most handsome man to set foot in Pearlman wanted to stroll on the river path with Ruth Fox. In full public view.
The path sloped downward through the woods. Directly ahead, a wooden platform had been constructed to provide a view of the river and the pond upstream. Already several rowboats dotted the expanse. He led her onto the overlook. A family crowded the opposite side, the little girl pointing excitedly to a great blue heron stalking through the shallows downriver. Sam paused in the shade of a tall maple. From there, they could admire the pond, where sunlight sparkled off the water like a thousand diamonds.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” she said softly. The colors of the river—from sapphire to emerald—never failed to inspire gratitude for God’s creation.
Sam settled along the railing beside her. “It is. Almost as pretty as you.”
The compliment heated her cheeks. “I meant the river.”
“I know.” He placed his hand beside hers on the railing.
So close. Almost touching. She could barely breathe.
“What is its name?” Sam asked.
“What? Oh. The river. It’s called the Green River, and that’s Green Lake, even though it’s more like a pond.”
“The Green River. After the color of the water.”
“One of the colors.” She squinted into the sunlight. “It’s clear brown in the shallows and white at the rapids.”
“And on the far side of the pond, it’s ultramarine blue.” He pointed to the northeast, where several boats lingered in the bright sunlight.
“That’s the best fishing hole.”
“I noticed you brought fishing poles. Do you fish?”
Ruth gulped. This was her chance to tout Jen’s ability with rod and reel. Her sister could fly-fish with the boys and outcatch most of them. Ruth should implement her plan, but she couldn’t let go of this moment with Sam.
“I haven’t fished since I was a little girl. Daddy used to bring
