Why are you building that house, Caleb Halliday, when we both know you're going to hightail it back to Pennsylvania and drag me right along with you?" She couldn't read his expression, but she saw that he was climbing deftly down the roof. He reached the ladder and descended to stand facing her, his shirt in one hand, his muscular chest glistening with sweat even as the first chill of twilight came up from the creek. "Half of that farm is mine," he said. Lily sighed. "So go back to Pennsylvania and fight for it," she said, exasperated. "You're not the only one with problems, you know." Caleb looked at her closely as he shrugged back into his shirt and began doing up the buttons, but he didn't speak. He seemed to know that Lily was going to go on talking without any urging from him. "It just so happens that my mother is dead, and I'll probably never find out where my sisters are." "So that's why you were willing to marry me all of a sudden-you've given up. I don't know as I like that very much, Lily." "What you like is of no concern to me," Lily said briskly. She started to turn away, but Caleb caught her by the arm and made her stay. "You can't just up and quit like this. It isn't like you." "You've said it yourself, Caleb: The West is a big place. My sisters could be married, with no time in their busy lives for a lost sister they haven't seen in thirteen years. They might even be dead." Caleb's mouth fell open, but he recovered himself quickly. "I don't believe I'm hearing this. You've fought me from the day we met because you wanted to find your sisters, and now you're standing there telling me that it's no use looking for them. What about that letter you had from Wyoming?" "It said Caroline had disappeared, Caleb. That's hardly reason for encouragement." "Maybe we'd better go there and find out." Lily had never dared to think such a thought. "Travel all the way to Wyoming? But what about the chickens?" "What's more important to you, Lily-your sister or those damn chickens?" Despite herself, Lily was beginning to believe her dreams might come true after all. "My sister," she said quietly. Caleb reached out at long last and laid his hands on Lily's shoulders, drawing her close. "Lily, come to Fox Chapel with me," he said hoarsely. "I'm going to need you." Lily looked up at her husband. He was, for all practical purposes, the only family she had, and she couldn't imagine living without him. "What if I hate it there?" she asked, her voice very quiet. "What if I miss my house and my chickens so much I can't stand it?" He gave her a light, undemanding kiss, and his lips were warm and soft as they moved against hers. "If you hate Fox Chapel, I'll bring you back here." "Is that a promise?" "Yes." "Even if you work things out with your brother and want to stay?" Caleb sighed. "I told you-your happiness is as important to me as my own." Lily was not a worldly woman, but she'd seen enough to know that such an attitude was rare in a man. She hugged Caleb. "In that case, maybe you won't be mad that there's nothing for supper but biscuits." Although his lips curved into a slight smile, Caleb's eyes were serious. He lifted one hand to caress Lily's cheek. "I'm sorry about your mother," he said quietly. Lily straightened in his arms. "I didn't even know the woman, really," she said lightly. "So it's not as though I'm grieving." She would have walked away toward the house, but Caleb held her fast. "I think you are," he said. Lily swallowed. Damn the man-now he had her on the verge of tears. She struggled all the harder to maintain her composure. "If I wept for her, Caleb, I'd be weeping for a woman who never existed-the woman I needed her to be. She was never a real mother to us." At
( Linda Lael Miller )
[ Lily and the Major ]
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