"Hello, Major," Lily said, and she went right on scrubbing. Caleb approached. "Put down those long Johns and look at me, Lily. I've got something to give you." She glared resentfully at his perfectly pressed coat, thinking of his plans to escort Sandra back to Tylerville. "Who washed your clothes?" she demanded. "Your competition," he answered easily. "After all, if I brought my laundry to you, it would be like paying you, wouldn't it? And I know how you feel about that." Lily stiffened at having her own logic thrown back in her face, then went on scrubbing. The washboard was rubbing her knuckles raw. "Sandra tells me you're going to Tylerville with her," she said, careful not to look at him. "Lily, if you don't stop that washing and look at me, I swear I'll throw you over my shoulder and carry you inside like a sack of grain." Because she knew Caleb wouldn't be afraid to carry out his threat she stopped working and glared up at him impatiently. He laughed. "You're a bad-tempered little creature. Maybe it will take me two months to get you in line rather than one." Lily's eyes were drawn to the satin box despite valiant efforts to avoid looking at it. "Is that for me?" "Yes." She reached for the box, knowing it contained her favorite indulgence: chocolate. Caleb withheld the temptation. "Not only bad-tempered," he teased, "but greedy, too." Defiantly, Lily went back to her washing, and Caleb immediately hoisted her off her feet. The breath went out of her when her stomach struck his shoulder, but she managed to kick. Caleb gave her a hard swat on the bottom and strode through the maze of clotheslines to the back door, where he stood her summarily on the stoop. The expression snapping in his eyes was not one of mischief when he jammed the box of chocolates into her hands. "I've had enough of this nonsense," he announced. "You're moving in with me. From now on, you're going to be my housekeeper." Lily's backside was stinging as badly as her cheeks. "I'm staying right here!" she said fiercely. Caleb remained on the ground, his eyes level with Lily's. "My house is two doors down from the Tibbets'. I'll expect you to be there waiting when I get home. Preferably with dinner on the table." Lily would have clouted him over the head with the candy box if not for the distinct possibility that her chocolates would be squashed. She whirled, stormed into her little house, slammed the door closed, and drove the bolt home. "Saturday," Caleb called to her, and she watched through the window as he put his hat back on and strode out of the yard. Thirty"