In another two minutes, if he didn't turn to the right, they were going to pass directly in front of the First Territorial Bank. Emma clutched his upper arm and immediately withdrew when she felt the granite-hardness of his muscles beneath her fingers. "I don't want Fulton to see us!" she protested in a somewhat frantic whisper, as though Fulton might have spies stationed in the branches of the elms and maples along the sides of the street. "I'm afraid he probably will," Steven lamented without any conviction at all, as he continued past the last turn that would have saved Emma from certain exposure. "Sorry, Miss Emma, but there was nothing in our agreement about avoiding the banker." Emma looked down at the hard-packed dirt of the road and calculated that she'd probably turn an ankle if she jumped, not to mention ruining her favorite spring dress. She folded her arms. "You're deliberately trying to compromise me." "Oh, no, Miss Emma," Steven assured her suavely, tilting the brim of that obnoxious hat just for a moment. "I haven't even started on that yet." Emma folded her arms across her bosom and glared straight ahead. "I will not miss you when you leave," she said coldly. "In fact, I will celebrate." They
( Linda Lael Miller )
[ Emma And The Outlaw ]
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