CHAPTER THREE

      SABRINA stared at him with the same wariness that she would have accorded to a crocodile who’d suddenly reared his head from the middle of the threadbare carpet. She’d encountered egotistic males in her day, but never one quite as sure of himself as Caleb Tanner.

      It was long past time for someone to teach the man a lesson, she thought. It would do him a great deal of good to be the jilted one for a change, chasing hungrily after a woman who ended up coldly rejecting him. Maybe even turning green around the edges with jealousy.

      The woman who accomplished the feat would be striking a blow for her sisters around the world. In fact, Sabrina thought, she’d deserve sainthood.

      For a moment, she actually considered trying it—and then her common sense reasserted itself. Not only weren’t the odds of success exactly favorable, but she suspected that anyone who made the attempt to break Caleb Tanner’s nonexistent heart was more likely to end up in a mental health ward than in the feminist hall of fame.

      Even contemplating the idea was courting temporary insanity. She’d rather take on a suicide mission. I’m immune to you, he’d said—and Sabrina wouldn’t put it past him to be telling the precise truth.

      “Perfect?” she said. “Of course. Who could possibly question the clarity of your logic?”

      Suspicion sparkled in Caleb’s eyes, but before he could pursue the discussion the asthmatic doorbell chimed once more.

      This time Caleb drew her down to sit facing him on the edge of the couch, with her hip nestled warmly against his. She landed a little off balance and had to brace a hand against the arm of the couch, just above his shoulder, to keep herself upright.

      The man should be a stage director, she thought irritably. From the doorway, it would look as though they’d either just finished a kiss or were about to start one.

      “Who’s this visitor likely to be?” she asked. “I doubt the news of Angelique’s comeuppance has spread across Denver in the ten minutes since she left. Is this likely to be one of her friends going behind her back in an attempt to seduce you, or someone from an entirely different branch of your feminine fan club?”

      She heard the door squeak as Jennings opened it, and then a man’s voice from the front hall made her release a long sigh of relief. “That’s Jake,” she said, and tried to sit up straighter.

      Caleb’s fingers curved around her wrist, preventing her from moving. “So?”

      “There’s no need to pretend for his sake. He wouldn’t believe in this charade of yours, no matter what script you ran past him.”

      “Why not? Do you already have a boyfriend or something?”

      “Oh, nobody you couldn’t threaten into disappearing, I’m sure,” Sabrina said dryly. “But that wasn’t what I—”

      “Then he’ll believe it. He won’t have any other choice.”

      “You mean you’re going to lie to him.”

      “I mean we’re both going to be very convincing. Let’s get one thing straight, Sabrina. We aren’t going to tell anybody about our private arrangement, and I mean anybody.”

      “But Jake’s different,” Sabrina argued. “He was right there yesterday. He heard what you said to me.”

      “And he will surely understand how profoundly I now regret that outburst,” Caleb said.

      His voice was deep and warm and so convincing that even Sabrina felt herself wavering. “How do you do that?” she asked admiringly. “If anybody ever does a remake of the Garden of Eden, you’d be a natural to play the serpent. One word from you and apple sales would skyrocket across the nation.”

      Caleb laid a finger across her mouth to shush her, then with the edge of his nail lightly traced the outline of her lips.

      It was all she could do to sit still. From the corner of her eye, Sabrina noted that Jake had stopped on the threshold as if he’d run smack into a glass wall. Slowly, still watching the couple on the couch, he crossed the room and set a bulging briefcase on the floor next to the couch. “Don’t think, just because you’re wounded, that you’re going to take a vacation, Caleb,” he said. “I brought all the—”

      Caleb didn’t appear to hear. He was still looking soulfully into Sabrina’s eyes.

      “Caleb?” Jake said a little louder.

      With a long sigh, Caleb let his fingertips drop from Sabrina’s face—though he didn’t release the wrist he was holding with his other hand—and turned toward Jake. “It’s amazing how a simple accident can clarify your vision,” he mused. “That fall yesterday was probably the luckiest thing that has ever happened to me, because I might never have met Sabrina otherwise.”

      Jake looked at him as if he were a scientific specimen. “Did they X ray your brain last night, Caleb?” he asked brusquely. “Because if not, they should have. Sorry, Sabrina, but—”

      “Oh, you don’t need to apologize to me, Jake.” Sabrina looked straight at Caleb while she peeled his fingers loose from her wrist. “I told you he’d never believe it.”

      “It may take him a little time to be convinced.”

      She stared at him in utter disbelief. Surely, in the face of Jake’s obvious skepticism, Caleb wasn’t going to pursue this nonsensical course. Was he?

      He went on smoothly. “In fact, I expect lots of people are going to have their doubts for a while. Even though it isn’t every day I confide that I’m serious about a woman, my friends may well be hesitant to believe—”

      “You’re absolutely right about that,” Sabrina said judiciously. “It’s not every day, and it’s not exactly