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snared
     by the sight of Luke's outline, framed in the doorway.
    She crossed to the doorway, frowning at him as she opened the screen door. "I wasn't
     expecting you this morning."
    It had been several days since their flight home and it disturbed her that she'd spent
     so much time thinking about him.
    "I can wait if you're busy," he responded equitably, picking up Tiger and seating
     himself in the cat's favorite wicker chair.
    Holding the surprised feline on his lap, he seemed as out of place in the chintz-ruffled
     room now as he had the first time he'd found her here. His undeniable masculinity
     was even more evident against the feminine back-drop.
    Lillie looked at him, as disconcerted by his obvious lack of discomfort as she was
     by the fact that he'd just shown up on her doorstep again.
    It disturbed her that she needed a warning to prepare herself to deal with Luke Morgan.
     Why was she always so aware of him?
    "We'll be going now." Mrs. Graham's voice was more fluttery than usual as she gathered
     up her things, casting surreptitious glances in Luke's direction.
    "Are you sure that's everything? I don't want you to be rushed." And Lillie wasn't
     sure she wanted to be left with the sexy man sitting so comfortably in her wicker
     chair. Had he come to terms with his defeat?
    At the woman's nod, Lillie added, "Call me if you have any more ideas."
    She escorted them to the door, deliberately averting her eyes from where Luke waited.
     The door shut behind Mrs. Graham and her daughter, leaving Luke and Lillie alone.
    "Well," Lillie said, "what can I do for you?" Her voice trailed off as her gaze locked
     with his.  Wrong question.
    She tried again. "What do you need?"
    Luke stood up, grinning as he joined her by the door. "What I need is you," he left
     a significant pause, "to accompany me to look at the place for Mel's wedding."
    "You want to do wedding stuff?" she asked cautiously.
    "No, I am not resigned to this thing," he answered the question she didn't ask. "But
     I figure a lot of things can happen before the actual ceremony. I might as well go
     along with this part since it's so important to Mel."
    "So you're going to help me plan a wedding that you hope will never come off," Lillie
     concluded dryly.
    "Yes," he said without hesitation. "Do you have some time to go look at this place
     now?"
    "Where is it?" she asked suspiciously.
    Luke shook his head. "You have to see it. Come with me," he invited.
    There was something in his eyes that she didn't trust, an almost excited gleam. She
     couldn't imagine what might have put that look there.
    Five minutes later, they sped along the highway heading out of Kissimmee, cloudy skies
     stretched overhead. The moody high clouds seemed to echo Lillie's sense of foreboding.
     She'd hoped that Luke would withdraw his opposition to the marriage, but she hadn't
     really expected to have to plan the wedding with him. This couldn't be good.
    Sitting next to him in his cargo van seemed more intimate than being squashed together
     in airline seats with a crowd of other travelers acting as chaperons. Lillie crossed
     her legs nervously and struggled to make conversation.
    "Melanie tells me you're hoping to expand your landscape business."
    He glanced her way. "Yes, I'm after a big corporate account. If I get it, I'll double
     my work crews. We'd be doing their new stores as well as ground maintenance on the
     existing ones. It's a big contract."
    "That would be quite a boost to your business."
    "Yeah," Luke's voice took on a determined note, "all I have to do is convince the
     vice president in charge to give me an appointment. They're used to dealing with bigger
     outfits and I'm having to push hard just to get my foot in the door."
    "That shouldn't be too difficult for you," she murmured.
    Luke grinned, not denying her observation.
    She peered out the window at the increasingly rural countryside that looked green
     and fertile in the muted light. "Where are you taking