"I'm leaving the army," he said. Lily felt hope leap within her breast. Maybe Caleb had changed his mind; maybe he wanted to be a farmer after all. She held her breath, waiting for him to go on. "I want to go back to Pennsylvania." Lily's hopes plummeted. She could only stare at Caleb in misery. "I see," she said finally, with dignity. Caleb reached into the pocket of his uniform coat and brought out a small box. "I want you to go with me, Lily," he told her, setting the box in front of her. She opened it, hands trembling, to find an exquisite diamond ring inside. The larger center stone glittered and winked at her from amid the surrounding smaller gems. Her finger fairly burned, waiting to wear that ring. "I can't," she said resolutely, snapping the box closed and shoving it back toward Caleb. He leaned forward in his chair and lowered his voice. "Don't sit there and tell me you don't care for me, Lily, because I know you do. Yesterday you gave yourself to me in a woodshed, remember?" Lily colored to recall the wanton way she'd behaved, and she lowered her eyes. "I do care," she answered, "but I don't want to leave my land, and I don't want a husband." "You'd marry me if I agreed to stay and farm that damnable land with you?" Again hope stirred in Lily's heart. "Yes." "You just said you didn't want a husband." Lily bit her lower lip. "If we were going to live in the same house, we'd have to be married, wouldn't we?" Caleb pushed the ring box back across the table. "Has it ever occurred to you that I could promise to live on the farm, marry you, and then take you anywhere I damn well please, whether you want to go or not?" "You're not making a very good case for marriage," Lily answered, ignoring the ring box and taking a steadying sip of her coffee. The truth was, she had never once considered the possibility Caleb had suggested; she knew he was honest to a fault. "Damn it," he whispered, "I should have done it. I should have told you I'd homestead with you and then married you!" "I would never have forgiven you, and you know it. It would have soured everything between us." "Not everything," Caleb argued, making Lily blush again. "Must every conversation we have come back to that?" Caleb took the ring from the box, and then he lifted Lily's left hand and shoved the diamond unceremoniously onto her finger. "I think the fact that you would probably let me make love to you damn near anywhere has some bearing on what we're talking about, yes!" Lily looked around furtively to see if anyone was listening. Fortunately, the restaurant was nearly empty, and the few other diners were sitting some distance away. "There is absolutely no need for you to be so arrogant," she fretted, trying to pull the ring off. It was just a tiny bit too small and wouldn't come over her knuckle. Caleb's amber eyes were glittering with triumph when she looked up at him. "Perfect fit," he said. Lily pushed back her chair. "I'll get it off if I have to have my finger amputated," she replied, preparing to leave. "Get out of that chair and there will be a scene you'll remember until the day you die," Caleb promised. Lily sat down again. "I don't want to marry you, and I don't want to go to Pennsylvania, so why can't you just leave me alone?" "Because I love you," Caleb answered, and he looked as surprised to find himself saying the words as Lily was to hear them. "I beg your pardon?" "You heard me, Lily." "You said you loved me. Did you mean it?" Caleb drove one hand through his hair. "Yes." Lily stared at him and stopped trying to get the ring off her finger. "You're just saying that. It's a trick of some kind." Caleb laughed, but there was no humor in the sound. "Believe me, it's no trick--it's a fact I'm going to have to live with for the next fifty years." In"