This is Joss’s place, he sighed, running one hand through his hair in a distracted gesture. He built it into what it is now, not me. Lily began to massage the knotted muscles in his shoulders, carefully avoiding his rapidly healing wound. You were born here, Caleb. This land—or half of it, at least—is your birthright. I want to go back, to build something with my own hands, something that’s yours and mine. Our homestead seems like the best place to start. Lily was so happy that she rose up on her knees and flung her arms around Caleb’s neck from behind. I do love you, Major Halliday! He laughed. Damn it, woman, you’re choking me. Playfully Lily bit the back of his neck. I don’t care! Caleb whirled on her, flinging her down onto the mattress. Don’t you? he teased, and he began to tickle her ribs through her lightweight nightgown, causing her to writhe and shout with laughter.
― Linda Lael Miller,
Lily and the Major
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