Peter Hedgerly heard the door open and close and he smiled at his reflection in the mirror. He turned partly and called out through the semi-closed bedroom door. "Sit down, honey. I'll be right out." Joan Willson was early, he thought, but it made no matter. It merely gave them more time togeth— "I'll sit down," came a deep, pleasant masculine rumble, "but I'm not your honey!" Peter hit the door and skidded into the living room, his loose shirttail flying out behind him. "Who're you?" he demande