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    Dusk was falling, lengthening the shadows from the huge trees growing densely in the neighborhood, as he pulled up before the house. The gentle rain continued to drizzle down as, still without speaking, they left the truck to climb the brick walkway to the door and entered the foyer.
    When Libby immediately headed toward the stairs, however, he put out a hand to stop her. “We still need to talk about this, Libby.” He steered her into what had once been the parlor but was now a den. Inside the room, Libby immediately picked up a blue bundle from an oak side table and sat down calmly on one of the old leather wingback chairs by the fireplace.
    Del watched her, momentarily distracted by the bluesnarl of yarn she industriously began poking knitting needles into. “What’s that?” he asked curiously.
    “Booties.”
    “I didn’t know you could knit,” he said in surprise.
    “There’s a lot,” she said repressively, “that you don’t know about me.”
    Del’s jaw tightened. Hardly an auspicious start to the conversation, he thought. She didn’t look up, the silver needles clicking in uneven but determined rhythm. He could feel his temper rising and fought to hold it down. “There’s one thing I do know,” he said, his tone harsher than he’d intended. “That’s my baby you’re carrying.”
    “You can’t be sure of that.”
    Despite his resolve not to get angry, his voice roughened as he said, “Of course I’m sure. You’re not the type of woman to jump directly from my bed into another man’s. Hell, even if you were, there’s no way you’d get away with it in Lone Oak, not with Christine in the house and our nosy neighbor living next door.”
    “No one saw you,” she reminded him.
    “That was sheer luck. How often is the town shut down by a blizzard? Probably once every fifty years. If I hadn’t arrived so late at night like I did, and left so early the day the snow finally stopped, someone would have seen me. I’m just surprised Mrs. Peyton wasn’t waiting at the window with binoculars when we shoveled out the truck.”
    “She did notice the driveway had been cleared,” Libby admitted. “I told her I’d done it alone.”
    “Exactly my point,” Del said triumphantly. “Nothing gets by that lady.”
    Concentrating on a snag in the blue yarn, Libby saidslowly, “Okay, so maybe there hasn’t been anyone since you left. But who’s to say I wasn’t with another man before I came to Lone Oak—before I met you?”
    “You weren’t.”
    The wariness in her expression deepened. “How do you know?”
    He stared at her in exasperation. “I know because if you’d made love with someone before you came to Lone Oak, then you wouldn’t have been a virgin when you made love with me.”
    “Oh,” she said flatly. “You noticed that.”
    “Of course I noticed that! Do you think I’m an idiot?” She opened her mouth to reply and he pointed a warning finger in her direction. “Don’t you dare answer that.”
    She shut her mouth again and bent back over her needles. Slightly mollified, he paused, studying her downcast face. A tinge of pink had crept up under her pale skin and she steadfastly refused to meet his gaze. She was embarrassed, he realized suddenly. She wasn’t used to sleeping with men——or talking about it, either. More of his anger melted. Taking a deep breath he said quietly, “Libby. you had to know I realized it was your first time.”
    The flush deepened in her cheeks. “How should I? You never said anything.”
    “Neither did you—and I hardly had a chance, did I? The phone rang before we were awake and I had to leave within the hour. But I told you I’d be back.that we’d talk then. Damn it, is that what this is all about?” His voice softened and he stepped forward, tugging her up into his arms. Ignoring the resistance in her stiff figure and the bulge of baby betweenthem, he put his arms around her. Pressing her face into his shirt, he murmured