So you'll be leaving now, I suppose," the banker said, breaking the strained silence. "I don't imagine a man like you cares to stay in one place too long." Steven folded his arms. "Until just a few minutes ago, I figured on riding out," he answered. "Now I'm not so sure." Color blossomed in Whitney's pasty cheeks. "What possible reason could you have to stay?" "Just one. Her name is Emma." The banker stared at him with undisguised contempt, and Steven figured he must look pretty seedy, all things considered. It had been days since he'd shaved, and two months since he'd had a haircut. "You aren't good enough to lick her shoes." Steven indulged in a slow, obnoxious smile. "Let me understand this," he drawled. "I'm not good enough for Emma, but you, her fiancé, just crawled out of bed with two whores?" Again,
( Linda Lael Miller )
[ Emma And The Outlaw ]
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