Book: Lily and the Major
Quotes of Book: Lily and the Major
Are you afraid of me, Lily?" She hugged herself and shook her head, aware that she must look very silly in that oversized coat. "No. I don't believe you'd ever hurt me or force me to do anything I didn't want to." He spread his hands. "Well, then?" "But I am afraid of your power over me," Lily went on. "Sometimes I think you could make me do anything." "Has it ever occurred to you that you might have the same kind of power over me?" Lily shook her head. "I know I don't." Suddenly she started to cry. "Any woman could do what I did last night." Caleb came to her and drew her close. "Lily, that isn't true." She let her forehead rest against his shoulder and wept. "It is!" she wailed. Caleb held her face, hooking his thumbs beneath her chin, and made her look at him. She closed her eyes, only to have him gently kiss her lids. "Lily, listen to me. I've got feelings for you that I've never had for anyone else. Ever." Her hands were drawn to his shoulders, where they rested lightly. "But why? Why me, Caleb?" He kissed her lips lightly. "Because you're beautiful-because you're strong-because somewhere, sometime, an angel wrote our names in a book. I don't know why, Lily. And the why of it doesn't matter." Lily book-quoteYou little idiot. How the hell do you propose to plow fields, fend off Indians and outlaws, and build a house all by yourself?" Lily was wounded. "Maybe I won't be by myself," she said, wanting to hurt him in the same way he'd hurt her. "Maybe I'll meet a soldier at Fort Deveraux-one who wants to be a farmer. We could get married, and I wouldn't be alone." She started to turn away from him, intending to go back to the buggy, but he grasped her arm and wrenched her back. "You're mine," he breathed through his perfect white teeth. "And I'll kill the man who lays a hand on you." "I'm not yours!" "You are," Caleb argued. "I saw to that last night." Lily was outraged. He was treating her like a piece of land, one he'd homesteaded and laid a permanent claim to. "I told you, last night was a mistake." Deftly, book-quoteDon't you know when to give up?" she snapped. Caleb came up behind her, turned her into his arms, and held her close. "When was the last time you gave up on something you wanted, Lily?" "I never give up. It's cowardly." He smiled, his hands resting lightly on the sides of her waist. "Persistence is an admirable quality. Perhaps you've noticed that I have it, too." Lily was desperate for a barrier to throw between them; she was beginning to have thoughts of lying on Mrs. Tibbet's tablecloth in total surrender. "I couldn't love a man who keeps a mistress," she threw out. He withdrew slightly. "What?" "Sandra told me. She said the woman lives in Tylerville." Caleb looked taken aback, but only for a moment. "She does," he answered. "But when we parted company, she was talking about going back to San Francisco. She has a prospective husband there." Lily's eyes widened. "You parted company?" "Of course," Caleb replied. "Did you think I was going to go on visiting Bianca while I was seeing you?" "You weren't faithful to Sandra," Lily pointed out. "I also wasn't sleeping with her." Lily lowered her eyes. "I don't understand." Caleb lifted her chin. "Sandra is my little sister's best friend," he said gently. "She's family to the Tibbets. I married her because she was in trouble. Is it getting any clearer?" "You're really a very honorable man," Lily allowed with a sigh. Caleb arched an eyebrow. "That's bad?" "It makes it much harder to resist you." "Resisting me will prove impossible, Lily." "You are the most presumptuous-" He turned his head to glance back at the table. "You'd just fit between the biscuits and the butter dish," he commented idly. Lily resisted an urge to smash his instep with her foot. He'd gotten his way. She was going to agree to let him drive her back to Tylerville. And the reason was simple: If they stayed here, she might end up doing something scandalous. If they were in a moving buggy, there would be less chance of that. book-quoteIf you're courting me, Major Halliday," she said, "it is only fair to tell you that I have no intention of marrying. Ever." He unsettled Lily completely with a chuckle. "I'm not courting you," he answered, with such assurance that Lily was stung. "But you'll never make a spinster," he added. "I will," Lily insisted through her teeth. Caleb stopped the buggy and, with the black leather bonnet hiding them from the prying eyes of Tylerville, cupped Lily's chin in his hand and lifted it. His grasp was not painful, but it wasn't gentle, either. "You'll marry," he replied, "and here's the reason why." Before Lily could make a move to twist away he kissed her. Those lips she'd found so appealing shaped hers effortlessly to suit them. Her breasts were pressed to his chest, and she could feel her nipples budding against him like spring flowers. She gave a soft whimper as his tongue touched hers in a caressing flick, and the kiss went on. Endlessly. When Caleb finally broke away Lily found her hands clutching his shoulders. Shamed, she let go of him and made to smooth her hair. He took up the reins without a word and set the horse and rig in motion again. They'd gone some distance before Lily could bring herself to speak. "You really should take me back to Mrs. McAllister's." Caleb's eyes glowed like amber coals. "Not a chance, Miss Chalmers. We haven't finished our argument." They had finished, as far as Lily was concerned, and he'd won. Never in her wildest dreams had she guessed that being kissed would feel like that. She could hardly wait to do it again. "What argument was that, Major?" she retorted. "You said you'd never marry." Lily sighed in spite of herself. "You were very forward just now." "Yes." "Would you care to be forward again, please?" Caleb laughed. "That's one thing you won't have to worry about," he answered. Lily book-quoteTo keep him from finding out that he'd pleased her, she turned on the hard, narrow seat to glance behind her. Sure enough, a picnic basket was wedged into the narrow space. Tentatively she lifted the lid, and the scent of fried chicken tantalized her. She couldn't help an appreciative little "ummmm," even though she was annoyed that Major Halliday had been so confident of her response to his invitation. Caleb grinned. "So you like chicken, do you? You'd better watch out, Lily Chalmers-before you know it, I'll know all your deepest secrets." Lily turned again and looked straight ahead at the rutted trail that led off into the countryside. The major's remark had given her the most unnerving feeling of intimacy. "You are too sure of yourself, sir," she replied stiffly. "We'll see about that," he answered. Lily book-quoteCome on a picnic with me," he said. It wasn't an invitation, but an order. Color pulsed in Lily's cheeks, and she blinked, astounded at the man's arrogance. "I don't think that would be proper," she replied when she'd recovered a little. "After all, we hardly know each other." Caleb sighed and replaced his hat. "And you obviously mean to see that we never do." He sounded resigned and slightly wounded, and in spite of herself Lily was sorry about that. She did find the major attractive, if entirely too tenacious. "I'll go if you can get Mrs. McAllister's permission," she said, feeling proud of her resourcefulness. The twinkle in Caleb's eyes said he knew she expected her landlady to refuse the request without mincing words, but he turned and sought out that good woman in the crowd, where she stood chatting with two members of the choir. Lily watched in mingled amazement and ire as Caleb made his way toward Mrs. McAllister, carrying his hat. He spoke politely to the woman, who rested one hand against her breast in delighted surprise and beamed up at him. Presently Caleb returned, looking damnably pleased with himself. "She says I'm to have you back before sundown," he announced. If Lily had been holding anything other than a Bible, she would have flung it down in pure exasperation. At the same moment, inexplicably, she wanted to kiss Mrs. McAllister for giving the picnic her blessing. "Just how did you manage that?" she demanded as Caleb put his hat back on with a cocky flourish. "I'm a very persuasive man," he replied, offering his arm. Grudgingly, Lily took it. "And a very arrogant one." Caleb chuckled. "So I've been told." They book-quoteI thought the tribes around here were friendly," she said, her eyes widening as she looked up at Caleb. His broad shoulders moved in a shrug. "If there's one thing I've learned about the red man, it's that he's unpredictable." Lily bit her lower lip, thinking of all the nights ahead, when she would be alone on her little farm with no one to protect her. Caleb favored her with an indulgent smile. "You don't need to worry, Lily. You're safe as long as you don't go wandering off into the countryside by yourself." The reassurance didn't help. How on earth could she run a homestead single-handedly and not be alone? "I'll just have to buy a rifle and practice my shooting," she reflected aloud. Even though they hadn't quite reached the valley, Caleb stopped the rig again. "What did you say?" he asked. Lily sighed. "I want to practice shooting. I used to hunt grouse with Rupert, and-" Caleb was staring at her as though she'd just said she planned to ride to the stars on a moonbeam. "A lady's got no business fooling with a weapon," he interrupted. Lily sat up very straight. "You're certainly entitled to your opinion, Major Halliday," she said primly, "however antiquated and stupid it might be." Caleb started the rig rolling again with a lurch, slapping the reins down on the horse's back. "What would you want with a gun?" he asked after a few moments had passed. Although Lily knew her answer would start more trouble, she could no longer hold it back. "I'll need it for hunting, of course-and to protect myself, should the need arise. I mean to farm for a living, you see." "By yourself?" There was a note of marvel in Caleb's voice. "By myself," Lily confirmed as the horse and buggy topped a grassy knoll. book-quoteGood night, Major," she said. Just when she would have turned and run inside he caught hold of her hand. "Tell me why your brother let you come all this way by yourself." The words had the tone of an order, however politely they were framed, and Lily tried, without success, to withdraw her fingers from his grip. "I am almost nineteen years old," she responded briskly. "I didn't ask Rupert's permission." Guiltily, she thought of how she'd left Spokane, where Rupert lived now, without telling her adopted brother good-bye or thanking him for his many kindnesses. Another slow, smoldering grin spread across the major's face. "So you ran away," he guessed with distressing accuracy. "No," Lily lied. "In any case, this is none of your business." "Isn't it?" Major Halliday turned her hand in his and began stroking the tender flesh on the inside of her wrist with the pad of his thumb. The motion produced a series of disturbing sensations within Lily, not the least of which was a warm heaviness in her breasts and a soft ache in the depths of her femininity. The door of the rooming house opened, and Mrs. McAllister, bless her nosy soul, peered out. "Time to come in, Lily. Say good-night to your young man." Lily glared at Caleb. "He's not my young man," she said firmly. The day she took up with a soldier would be the day irises bloomed in hell. Caleb's expression was as cocky as ever. "Not yet," he replied, in a voice so low that even the landlady's sharp ears could not have caught it. "I'll see you tomorrow, Lily." Lily whirled in frustration and stomped into the house. It had been a perfectly horrible day, and she was glad it was over. After book-quoteWhen she stepped out into the cool spring evening Major Halliday was waiting for her. He tilted his hat. "Evening, Miss Chalmers," he said. Lily glowered at him. "What do you want?" The major smiled that insolent, melting smile of his. He had bathed, Lily noticed, and his uniform was fresh. He hesitated for a moment, then said, "I'd like to walk you home. It's dark, after all, and a town full of soldiers is no place for a woman alone." Lily squared her slender shoulders. "My rooming house is nearby," she said in dismissal. "So I don't need an escort, thank you." It was as though she hadn't spoken. Major Halliday fell into step beside her, settling his hat on his head with a practiced motion of one hand. "Where did you live before you came here?" he asked. Lily sighed. The man was over six feet tall, and he probably weighed twice what she did. There would be no getting rid of him if he didn't want to go. "Nebraska," she replied, quickening her pace. The major frowned. "That's a long way off. Do you have family in Tylerville?" An old grief sounded inside Lily like a far-off bell as she thought of her lost sisters. Maybe, despite all her prayers and her letter-writing and her traveling from place to place, she'd never find them. She shook her head. "No family." "Anywhere?" the major pressed. Lily glanced at him. "I have an adopted brother living in Spokane," she answered. She wouldn't tell him about Emma and Caroline; that would be like baring a freshly bandaged wound. "Why are you so curious about me, Major?" He smiled. "My name is Caleb," he corrected, ignoring her question. "That's more than I care to know," Lily replied haughtily, and he laughed at that. "I suppose it is. May I call you Lily?" "No, you may not. I'm to be 'Miss Chalmers,' if you must address me at all." He laughed again, and the sound was warm and richly masculine. "You've got all the warm congeniality of a porcupine, Miss Chalmers." "Thank you. book-quote
