"Come on a picnic with me," he said. It wasn't an invitation, but an order. Color pulsed in Lily's cheeks, and she blinked, astounded at the man's arrogance. "I don't think that would be proper," she replied when she'd recovered a little. "After all, we hardly know each other." Caleb sighed and replaced his hat. "And you obviously mean to see that we never do." He sounded resigned and slightly wounded, and in spite of herself Lily was sorry about that. She did find the major attractive, if entirely too tenacious. "I'll go if you can get Mrs. McAllister's permission," she said, feeling proud of her resourcefulness. The twinkle in Caleb's eyes said he knew she expected her landlady to refuse the request without mincing words, but he turned and sought out that good woman in the crowd, where she stood chatting with two members of the choir. Lily watched in mingled amazement and ire as Caleb made his way toward Mrs. McAllister, carrying his hat. He spoke politely to the woman, who rested one hand against her breast in delighted surprise and beamed up at him. Presently Caleb returned, looking damnably pleased with himself. "She says I'm to have you back before sundown," he announced. If Lily had been holding anything other than a Bible, she would have flung it down in pure exasperation. At the same moment, inexplicably, she wanted to kiss Mrs. McAllister for giving the picnic her blessing. "Just how did you manage that?" she demanded as Caleb put his hat back on with a cocky flourish. "I'm a very persuasive man," he replied, offering his arm. Grudgingly, Lily took it. "And a very arrogant one." Caleb chuckled. "So I've been told." They"