I've been wanting to do this for a long time," he said in a dangerous drawl,...

I've been wanting to do this for a long time," he said in a dangerous drawl, "and you just gave me the excuse I needed." "What-what are you talking about?" Lily demanded, stepping backwards. A drop of rainwater from the leaky roof landed with a disconcerting ker-plop on the top of her head. Caleb was unbuttoning his cuffs, rolling up his sleeves. "I'm talking," he replied evenly, "about raising blisters on your sweet little backside." Lily was careful to keep to the opposite side of the table. "Now, Caleb, that wouldn't be wise." "Oh, I think it would be about the smartest thing I've ever done," Caleb answered, advancing on her again. Lily kept the table between them. "I might be pregnant!" she reasoned desperately. "Then again," Caleb countered, "you might not." The muscles of his forearms were corded, the skin covered with maple-sugar hair. "I wasn't going to shoot you-I only wanted to scare you away." Lily dodged him, moving from one side of the table to the other, always keeping it between them. "Caleb, be reasonable. I wouldn't shoot you-I love you!" "I love you, too," Caleb returned in a furious croon, "and right now I'd like nothing better than to shoot you!" Lily picked up a chair and held it as she'd seen a lion tamer do in an illustration in one of her beloved dime novels. Helga of the Circus, if she remembered correctly. "Now, just stay back, Caleb. If you lay a hand on me, I assure you, you'll regret it!" "I doubt that very much," Caleb replied. And then he gripped one leg of the chair, and Lily realized what a pitiful defense it had been. He set it easily on the floor even as his other arm shot out like a coiled snake and caught Lily firmly by the wrist. Like a man sitting down to a cigar and a glass of port after a good dinner Caleb dropped comfortably into the chair. With a single tug he brought Lily facedown across his lap. Quick as mercury he had her skirts up and her drawers down, and when she struggled he simply imprisoned her between his thighs scissor fashion. "Caleb Halliday," Lily gasped, writhing between his legs, "you let me go this instant!" "Or else you'll do what?" he asked evenly. Lily felt his hand caress one cheek of her bottom and then the other, as though charting them for assault. "I'll scream, and Hank Robbins will run over here and shoot you for the rascal you are!" Caleb laughed thunderously at that. "You've had your little joke," Lily huffed, "now let me up!" "No," Caleb replied. Lily threw back her head and screamed as loudly as she could. "You can do better than that," Caleb said. "Hell, nobody would hear a whimper like that in this rain." Lily filled her lungs to capacity and screamed again. She was as surprised as Caleb when the door flew open and Velvet burst in, ready for battle. Color filled her face when she understood the situation. In no particular rush, Caleb released Lily, and she scrambled to her feet unassisted, blushing painfully as she righted her drawers and lowered her skirts. Caleb chuckled at her indignation and then stood up respectfully.

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