If I wanted a plaything, Miss Emma," he said hoarsely, "I'd go over to the Stardust and lay my money on the bar." Emma scrambled to her feet and began pulling on her petticoats, her back turned to Steven. "Daisy always says men don't buy the cow when they can get the milk for free," she confided, and a little sob followed the words out of her throat. Steven gripped her arm and turned her to face him. He was wearing his trousers but nothing else, and Emma's fingers ached to spread themselves over his chest. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are with your hair all tumbled and filled with daisies?" "You're deliberately changing the subject!" Emma accused, as it began to dawn on her what she'd done, what she'd sacrificed. "All right," Steven barked, "I'll marry you as soon as we get back to Whitneyville!" "Well, that's damn generous of you, considering that you just ruined me for any other man!" Emma shouted as the librarian chased the tigress back into her cage. She limped around in a circle in that ocean of daisies, searching in vain for her shoes. Finally, Steven stopped her restless prowling by holding them aloft. "Tell me to leave, Emma," he said, when she flung herself at him, grabbing for her shoes. "That was our deal, remember?" Emma stopped the struggle and stared at him. As furious as she was with this man, as used as she felt, she couldn't bring herself to say the words that would end her torment and perhaps allow her to salvage something of her dreams. He took her chin in his hand and held it, leaving her nowhere to look but directly into his eyes. "Say it," he ordered.
( Linda Lael Miller )
[ Emma And The Outlaw ]
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