"If you permit such a barbarous thing to happen, Caleb Halliday, I vow that I'll never speak to you again." He pushed back his chair, and Lily's hand in the process, to stand. "If you have your way, we'll be apart soon anyway. What do I have to lose?" "Your honor," Lily argued. He crossed the room to take his campaign hat from one of the pegs beside the kitchen door. "When it comes to letting another man lay his hands on you, I have no honor," he said bluntly. She grasped the back of a chair as he put his hat on and reached for the doorknob. "Where are you going? You can't just leave me here--" "I need to think," Caleb replied. "I'll be at my office if you want me." "Well, I won't be here when you get back." He grinned at her, but there was no fondness in the expression, no light in his eyes. "You won't get far, will you?" he asked, and Lily saw mockery in the curve of his lips and the set of his shoulders. "I'll wager you don't want to face even Gertrude without my wedding band on your finger." He"