His words were like a knife in her heart. Of all the romantic fools, Kathleen thought, she had to top the list. In her crazy, old‑fashioned thinking, she had believed Jordan Long would want to marry her. Instead, he wanted to set her up as his mistress. Her eyes searched the beloved features of his face, scarcely believing the words he had just spoken. Could she be satisfied with such a tenuous existence-willing to accept the crumbs of his attention, never sharing the joys and sorrows of everyday life? "No." Kathleen was startled to discover she had spoken aloud. "No," she repeated. "I don't want you to make love to me.".