"Don't you know when to give up?" she snapped. Caleb came up behind her, turned her into his arms, and held her close. "When was the last time you gave up on something you wanted, Lily?" "I never give up. It's cowardly." He smiled, his hands resting lightly on the sides of her waist. "Persistence is an admirable quality. Perhaps you've noticed that I have it, too." Lily was desperate for a barrier to throw between them; she was beginning to have thoughts of lying on Mrs. Tibbet's tablecloth in total surrender. "I couldn't love a man who keeps a mistress," she threw out. He withdrew slightly. "What?" "Sandra told me. She said the woman lives in Tylerville." Caleb looked taken aback, but only for a moment. "She does," he answered. "But when we parted company, she was talking about going back to San Francisco. She has a prospective husband there." Lily's eyes widened. "You parted company?" "Of course," Caleb replied. "Did you think I was going to go on visiting Bianca while I was seeing you?" "You weren't faithful to Sandra," Lily pointed out. "I also wasn't sleeping with her." Lily lowered her eyes. "I don't understand." Caleb lifted her chin. "Sandra is my little sister's best friend," he said gently. "She's family to the Tibbets. I married her because she was in trouble. Is it getting any clearer?" "You're really a very honorable man," Lily allowed with a sigh. Caleb arched an eyebrow. "That's bad?" "It makes it much harder to resist you." "Resisting me will prove impossible, Lily." "You are the most presumptuous--" He turned his head to glance back at the table. "You'd just fit between the biscuits and the butter dish," he commented idly. Lily resisted an urge to smash his instep with her foot. He'd gotten his way. She was going to agree to let him drive her back to Tylerville. And the reason was simple: If they stayed here, she might end up doing something scandalous. If they were in a moving buggy, there would be less chance of that."