Caleb rode up just as she was trying to submerge herself in an ice-cold creek no more than six inches deep. Calmly he hung his hat on the horn of his saddle, then he put his hands on his hips, an infuriating grin spreading across his face. "Ants?" he inquired cordially. He was at once the first and last person Lily would have wanted to see. She sat up in the creek, her hair dripping, her arms covering her breasts, ants banished at last. Her legs and bottom were so numb from the cold that she couldn't even feel them. Teeth chattering, she made a strangled sound of rage and shouted, "G-give me my clothes!" Caleb picked up the trousers and the shirt and the stockings, which were scattered about with abandon, and assessed them with mischief twinkling in his eyes. "These can't be your things, Lily-they look like they'd belong to a half-grown boy." Lily struggled to her feet. She didn't want to show herself to Caleb, but if she stayed in the water any longer she wouldn't be able to walk. Furiously, shivering with cold, she struggled to the shore. "You know very well they belong to me!" she raged, tearing the clothes from Caleb's hand and starting to put them on. It
( Linda Lael Miller )
[ Lily and the Major ]
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