He wished he could have recalled that last sentence even as it came from his mouth. He had not meant it to sound the way it did. It sounded flirtatious and provocative. And she obviously thought so too. She blushed deeply.

And their eyes became locked. Neither seemed capable of looking away.

"How could she not?" Rachel said after a tense pause. "They are beautiful and compelling eyes." And it was her turn to hear with dismay the words she had spoken.

The little thicket suddenly seemed very quiet and very secluded, and the distance between them uncomfortably close. David swallowed noticeably and got hurriedly to his feet.

"This party is in my honor," he said. "I must not disappoint my godmother by staying away any longer."

Rachel scrambled to her feet beside him and caught at his sleeve. "Please," she said in a rush, "I did not mean anything by what I said. I believe you do not approve of me. I have sensed it ever since we met, and I regret it. You think me silly, do you not? And forward. And you are quite right. I am very often both when I am with other people. But I did not mean anything just now. I was not really flirting with you."

His eyes had widened. He took her hand in both of his and held it tightly. "I did not think it," he said, looking earnestly into her eyes. "And I have not disliked you. Perhaps I have thought you a little giddy, but I see now how unjust I was to form such a hasty opinion. Forgive me. You are to be one of my parishioners, and I shall be responsible for your spiritual welfare. I wish to be your friend. I did not think you flirted any more than I did. Come, smile at me and tell me that we will be friends."

Rachel smiled. "Friends," she agreed, and withdrew her hand discreetly from between his. But he could not have looked very deeply into her eyes, she thought, or he would have seen the guilty truth there. It was true. It was no longer to be denied. She was in love with him, head over heels, topsy-turvy in love. Adoration. Obsession. A physical, throbbing ache. A moment longer with her hand in his and she would have flung the other arm around his neck and drawn his face down to hers. A man she could never even dream of trying to attach as a husband. What a wicked trick of fate!