She stiffened in relief and shock when the door opened and Steven walked in. He actually had the audacity to grin at her as he swept off his hat. "Hello, Miss Emma," he said. Emma felt heat surge from her breasts to her cheeks. A full sixty minutes had passed since she'd seen him go up Chloe's stairs, and it was plain enough what he'd been doing. When she didn't speak, Steven walked over to the counter she was standing behind and laid his hat down on it. "Aren't you going to say hello?" She glared at him. "I think 'good-bye' would be more suitable to the situation, don't you?" He reached out, bold as could be, and grasped her braid lightly in one hand. "It's like spun fire," he mused. "You're a very beautiful woman, Miss Emma." "Am I?" Emma countered sweetly. "Tell me, Mr. Fairfax-how do I measure up against the girls over at the Stardust?" His grin was maddening. "If what we did a week ago was any indication, you can definitely hold your own." Emma flushed at the reminder and turned her head away, but Steven caught her chin in one hand and forced her to look at him again. "Is that why you've been avoiding me, Emma? Because of what happened?" All her life Emma had wanted to be decent and respectable. And what had she done? She'd let the first gunslinger who rode into town make her act like a strumpet within a matter of days. "Yes, damn you!" she blurted out, her eyes filling with angry tears. Still holding her chin in his hand, Steven rounded the counter. "You'd better get used to seeing me," he said huskily. "Because I'm going to be around a while." Emma swallowed hard. "You said someone was after you-" "Maybe it's time I let him find me," Steven said, his lips only a fraction of an inch from hers. His kiss jolted Emma through and through, and she wasn't able to push him away, no matter how badly she wanted to.
( Linda Lael Miller )
[ Emma And The Outlaw ]
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