That caught his attention. “Caleb who?”

“Hornblower. Caleb Hornblower. He’s . . . here,” she managed weakly. “With me.”

William cocked one gently arched brow. “Oh, really?”

***

The man in question parked his cycle behind the shed and, lecturing himself, strode toward the house. There was nothing wrong in taking an afternoon break. In any case, the computer was hard at work even in his absence. He’d completed most of the major repairs to the ship, and in another day, two at the most, it would be ready for flight.

If he wanted to spend an extra hour or so with a beautiful, exciting woman, he was entitled. He wasn’t dragging his heels. He wasn’t in love with her.

And the sun revolved around the planets.

Swearing under his breath, he walked through the open back door. Just seeing her made him smile. Even if he could only see her small, nicely rounded bottom as she rummaged in the bottom of the refrigerator. His mood lifting, he walked quietly over to grab her firmly, intimately, by the hips.

“Babe, I can never make up my mind which side of you I like best.”

“Caleb!”

The astonished exclamation came not from the woman he’d only just turned into his arms but from the kitchen doorway. His head whipped around, and he stared at Libby, who was gaping, wide-eyed, from across the room, her arms full of brown bags. Beside her stood a tall, thin man who was eyeing him with obvious dislike.

Slowly Caleb turned back to see that he was embracing an equally attractive, if somewhat older, woman than the one he’d expected.

“Hello,” she said, and smiled quite beautifully. “You must be Libby’s friend.”

“Yes.” He managed to clear his throat. “I must be.”

“You might want to let go of my wife,” William told him. “So that she can close the refrigerator.”

“I beg your pardon.” He took a long and very hasty step back. “I thought you were Libby.”

“Are you in the habit of grabbing my daughter by the—”

“Dad.” Libby cut him off as she dumped the bags on the table. As beginnings went, she thought, this one was hardly auspicious. “This is Caleb Hornblower. He’s . . . staying with me for a while. Cal, these are my parents, William and Caroline Stone.”

Terrific. Since he didn’t think he could manage to have his molecules reappear in a different location, he figured he’d better face the music. “Nice to meet you.” He found that the best place for his hands was his pockets. “Libby looks a great deal like you.”

“So I’ve been told.” Caroline beamed another smile at him. “Though never quite in that way.” Wanting to let him off the hook, she offered him a hand. “Will, why don’t you put those bags down and say hello to Libby’s friend?”