"If 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"