With unexpected swiftness her blood came to life and her heart started banging. "What do you mean, have I been seeing him?"

"His car has been seen at your house."

Frantically she searched for an answer. "Tommy Lee and I are old friends," she answered vaguely.

"That doesn't answer my question." He swallowed and continued. "Friends or no friends, you know what kind of man he is."

She suddenly grew incensed with people pointing their fingers at Tommy Lee when they knew so little about what drove him. "Oh? And what kind of man is he, Marshall?" Rachel surprised even herself with her brusque tone.

He jumped off the rock, presenting his back to her while jamming his hands into his pockets. "Oh, come on, Rachel. He's got women from one end of this county to the other, and nobody would put it past him to try to move in fast on a new widow."

Growing angrier by the moment, Rachel questioned, "Did my father put you up to this?"

Marshall swung around to face her again. "Your father? Why, no! I heard the rumor, that's all, and I wanted an answer straight from you."

It suddenly dawned on Rachel that this was what Marshall and his daughter had argued about, and for the first time ever she grew more angry with them for gossiping than with Tommy Lee for making himself vulnerable to their gossip. But just then Marshall came close and reached for her hand again. "Rachel, don't get angry with me. Please. That's the last thing I wanted."

At his apologetic look she softened. "You don't have to worry about me, Marshall. I have a very level head on my shoulders."

"Yes, I know you do. But even so…" His words trailed off and she saw how upset he was, which was terribly unlike Marshall, who was always very low key and unruffled. "Rachel, may I speak frankly with you?"

Though something warned her she might not like what he had to say, she could only respond, "Why, of course, Marshall. What else are friends for?"

He solemnly studied their joined hands. "I wasn't going to say anything for some months yet, but after what I heard today, I realize I can't put this off." He swallowed nervously and his eyes flicked briefly to hers, then away again. "Rachel, I know that for the last half-year or more you and Owen had no ah…" Marshall nervously cleared his throat. "No… sexual relationship. He talked to me about it because he was very depressed over it. He was… well, worried about you." She felt her face grow hot and resisted the urge to yank her hand from his. "You're normal and healthy… and at this point in your life, extremely vulnerable."

Though her face was now fully flooded with crimson, she said pointedly, "To a man like Tommy Lee, you mean?"

Now it was Marshall's turn to color. "Yes." He cleared his throat and swallowed again. "Rachel, at the risk of sounding calculating, I'll admit to you that I've been thinking for weeks about taking care of you since Owen died, of marrying you as soon as a decent length of time had passed."

"Marrying me!" Rachel tried to retract her hands, but he held them firmly, meeting her brown eyes squarely at last.

"Does it come as such a surprise, Rachel? Surely you've guessed that I began loving you long before I had the right to say so."

"But, Marshall, I ..."

"I know. I know. I'm not the debonair type, not the kind with flash and style like Gentry. But I love you, Rachel, and I'd be good to you."

Oh, there was no doubt in her mind about that. But… Marshall? Marshall with his sober sensibilities, his nondescript brown hair, and wing-tip shoes? She looked at him and tried to imagine spending the rest of her life watching him putter and prune his yard on Saturdays, then on Sundays going off to visit his married children. And in between, she could listen to him and her father discuss interest rates and twenty-pay-life plans. He was gazing at her pleadingly now, and she had to think of something fast.

"But, Marshall, Owen's been gone such a short time, and I… I…" It had always been embarrassing for Rachel to turn down even so much as a kiss. This was devastating. Marshall was gazing at her as if he wanted to gift-wrap those two rainbows and lay them at her feet!

"I had no intention of asking you so soon," he went on nervously. "I told you that. But when I heard the rumors, I got scared."

"Oh, Marshall…" she said softly, moved in spite of herself because he was so sincere and flustered.

"I guess I took you by surprise, didn't I?" He hung his head quite boyishly while fidgeting idly with her hands. "I thought you knew all along how I felt about you. There have been times when I've felt rather disloyal to Owen because of my premature feelings for you. Times when I'd leave your house and go home alone and think about…" He lifted his eyes to hers and drew her gently to her feet. His Adam's apple lurched and his face looked pained as he took her into his arms, gazing adoringly into her face. "Oh, Rachel, I've never even kissed you."

His warm, open lips were something of a shock, simply because they belonged to Marshall-old, reliable Marshall. His tongue parted her lips, and when it touched hers she struggled not to recoil. But kissing Marshall seemed unholy and about as exciting as kissing a brother.

To Rachel's dismay, his hands dropped lower on her back and he pulled her flush against him, revealing the fact that he was fully aroused. Rachel's heart hammered in shock while the kiss grew more ardent and she wondered how to get out of this without hurting him more than he deserved. She wedged her hands between them and turned her face aside. "No… please."

He was breathing laboriously when the kiss ended. Then he transferred his lips to her jaw and ran his hands more demandingly along her hips and spine. "Rachel, darling, I love you. I have for so long."

"But I..." Why should it be so impossibly hard to come right out and say she didn't love him? Instead she softened it by saying, "No, Marshall, it's too soon."

He was surprisingly strong as he forced her head around and held it immobile while covering her mouth with his once again. Rachel began to stiffen and was about to rear back and stop him before he went any further. But she found his protestations of love flattering. Some devilish gremlin tempted her to find out just how far he'd go, and whether her reactions would be as quick and fiery as they'd been to Tommy Lee, so she relaxed in his arms and let his tongue stroke the inside of her mouth.

When he felt her acquiesce, his hand swept up her ribs and captured a breast, caressing it while his tongue delved between her lips with growing fervor. She waited for that magical surge of sexual reaction, but when her nipple puckered and hardened she felt mildly repulsed. Marshall's tongue felt alien within her mouth. His body seemed too long and bony. His hands only made her wish they belonged to another man. All that came were thoughts of Tommy Lee, and how his kisses and touches had set off a series of involuntary responses that had left her shaken and wanting more when he'd turned her loose. Marshall made a soft throaty sound, feeling the distended nipple through her thin summer dress. But when his hips began thrusting against her she realized she was only leading him on fruitlessly, and gently pushed him away.

"Stop, Marshall!" His breathing was agitated and his eyes bright with desire while hers remained as calm as if she'd just awakened from a nap. He cupped her jaws and she had to force herself not to recoil.

"Please, Rachel, I realize you're alone as much as I am, that you have needs, just as I do. If you aren't ready for marriage yet but you need a man in your life, for God's sake, don't turn to one like Gentry."

Good heavens, he was suggesting an affair! Horrified, she stepped back and gaped at him. "I… I'm sorry, Marshall, but I… I just don't feel that way about you. We've been friends too long to become lovers."

"I thought you needed..."

"Well, you thought wrong." She turned away, growing angrier by the minute that he should point his finger at Tommy Lee, then propose a liaison to serve his own purposes. At least Tommy Lee was no hypocrite.

"Rachel, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to insult you."

She turned to confront a very pink-cheeked Marshall. "Should I be honored, Marshall, that you've suggested having an affair with me right after lecturing me on the inadvisability of having one with Tommy Lee Gentry? Right after practically accusing me of having one with him! What makes you that much better than him?"

Red to the roots of his hair now, Marshall stammered, "Rachel, I didn't mean… please don't misunderstand..."

"Oh, I understand perfectly, and frankly, I'm rather dismayed."

"Please, dear, do-don't let this can-come between us. We can still be friends."

But Rachel was reasonably certain the last five minutes had put a strain on their friendship that would never ease. She was also sure that half the town already had her paired up with Tommy Lee Gentry, so why was she fighting it?

The ride home seemed endless. The few attempts at conversation dwindled into a silence that became more and more uncomfortable as the minutes passed. Sometimes Rachel sensed Marshall's eyes on her, but she found it difficult to confront them now.

When he pulled up in her driveway she quickly said, "Thank you for the ride, Marshall," then jumped out before he could turn off the engine. She leaned down to look at him through the open window. "I've changed my mind about Wednesday night. All things considered, I think it's best if you find someone else to be your fourth at bridge."