"What are you thinking?" Caleb asked, coming up behind her. She could feel his breath on her nape, warm and gentle. His arms slipped around her, pulling her close. "That I envy Hank and Velvet," Lily said honestly. "It's so simple with them. They're just--well--together. And they're not sure but they think they're going to have a baby." Caleb turned Lily to face him. "And so are we," he reminded her, his arms around her again. She looked up at him. "Yes," she answered, "it would seem so." She drew a deep breath and let it out again. "I don't think we should make love anymore, Caleb." "Why not?" "Because we're not married, and we don't have any intention of ever being married. That's sinful." Caleb bent to taste her lips. "I couldn't agree more. That it's sinful for us not to be married, I mean." Lily stiffened when she felt herself beginning, already, to respond to Caleb's touch. "But you aren't willing to concede anything, are you?" "I won't promise to stay here for the rest of my life, if that's what you mean." An overwhelming sadness filled Lily. What wild impulse had made her hope that tonight would be different? She pulled out of his arms. "Good night, Caleb," she said, turning and starting toward the new house, where Lily would sleep for the first time. Caleb"