The banker isn't good enough for you," he said, carefully inspecting one of Chloe's china shepherdesses as he spoke. His blithe confidence nettled Emma, and so did the tantalizing scent of bay rum he'd brought with him. He was completely disrupting the sanctity of that parlor where Emma had always felt so safe. "But you are?" she inquired, raising one eyebrow. "Yes." "You're a drifter-an outlaw!" Steven's gaze never left hers. "Until now I didn't have a reason to stay in one place. And I'm not an outlaw." "You're wanted-you admitted yourself that someone is looking to kill you." He gave a ragged sigh. "All right, it's true-I'm wanted in the state of Louisiana. But I'm innocent." "Criminals always declare their innocence," Emma said stubbornly, even though, deep inside, she knew Steven would not have deliberately broken the law. Still, she longed to know what he'd been accused of. That maddening grin was back. "You're wasting your breath trying to discourage me, Miss Emma. Once I decide I want something, I don't ever give up on it. If it takes from now till the crack of doom, I'll bed you properly, and I'll prove you were born to love me." Emma's hands flew to her hips. "If you aren't the most arrogant and impossible man I've ever met-" Before Emma could finish the sentence, Chloe arrived home.
( Linda Lael Miller )
[ Emma And The Outlaw ]
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