Come in," she called without thinking. The door opened, and Caleb stepped inside. "I want to apologize for last night," he said, his hat in his hands, his expression as innocent as an altar boy's. "The truth is, I don't think we should get married." Lily was beginning to get disturbing ideas about the rolling pin in her hands. His disclaimer came as no surprise to her, of course; she'd known he was an out-and-out scoundrel all along. "Oh?" "We'd do nothing but fight. And make love, of course. I think we'd better just stay away from each other from now on." Lily had prayed to hear these words that very morning. So why did they hurt so much? "What if I'm pregnant?" Caleb shrugged as though they were talking about the possibility of a splinter or a stubbed toe. "I'd take care of you both, of course." "Like you took care of Bianca, I suppose." Caleb's grin was infuriating. "Yes." Lily began tapping her palm with the rolling pin. "But you don't think we should be married." "Absolutely not," Caleb replied firmly. "What if I think we should be?" He grinned. "If you propose to me, Lily-flower, I might reconsider. You'd have to be suitably humble, of course." Lily made a strangled sound of rage and rounded the table, wielding the rolling pin like a battle ax. Caleb easily wrested it from her hand and tossed it aside before pulling her into his arms. She squirmed, but there was no escaping, and when he caught her chin in one hand and forced her head back for his kiss she was lost. When it was over, and Lily was breathless, Caleb set her away from him. "When you change your mind, you know where to find me." Lily glared up at him. "I'll dance in hell before I'll come crawling to you, Caleb Halliday!" He laughed, more in amazement than good humor. "If I didn't think you might be carrying my baby, I'd turn you over my knee right here and now and blister your behind!" "I'm not carrying your baby!" Lily stormed out of the house toward the woodshed, bent on getting kindling for the cook stove. Caleb followed, cornering Lily against a sawhorse, and said a possessive hand on her abdomen. "We'll see about that in a few months," he vowed.
( Linda Lael Miller )
[ Lily and the Major ]
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