"Are you afraid of me, Lily?" She hugged herself and shook her head, aware that she must look very silly in that oversized coat. "No. I don't believe you'd ever hurt me or force me to do anything I didn't want to." He spread his hands. "Well, then?" "But I am afraid of your power over me," Lily went on. "Sometimes I think you could make me do anything." "Has it ever occurred to you that you might have the same kind of power over me?" Lily shook her head. "I know I don't." Suddenly she started to cry. "Any woman could do what I did last night." Caleb came to her and drew her close. "Lily, that isn't true." She let her forehead rest against his shoulder and wept. "It is!" she wailed. Caleb held her face, hooking his thumbs beneath her chin, and made her look at him. She closed her eyes, only to have him gently kiss her lids. "Lily, listen to me. I've got feelings for you that I've never had for anyone else. Ever." Her hands were drawn to his shoulders, where they rested lightly. "But why? Why me, Caleb?" He kissed her lips lightly. "Because you're beautiful--because you're strong--because somewhere, sometime, an angel wrote our names in a book. I don't know why, Lily. And the why of it doesn't matter." Lily"