The trees harbored a clearing where a multitude of white daisies with centers as yellow as pirate's doubloons rippled in the breeze. Looking at them, Emma forgot her troubles. "There must be one for every angel in heaven," she breathed. Steven, who had been spreading the picnic blanket on the ground, came to stand behind her. His hands rested lightly on her shoulders, and he bent to plant the lightest of kisses on her nape. "Today they all belong to just one angel-you." She turned to look up at him, and his arms slipped naturally around her waist. He'd tossed his hat onto the picnic blanket, but the imprint of the band showed in his glossy brown hair, and Emma couldn't resist touching it with the fingers of one hand. "Why did you have to go and get yourself blown up in Whitneyville?" she asked softly. "Life was so simple before I met you-I knew what I thought about everything." A trace of a smile touched his lips. "And now?" "I'm confused, Steven. I've spent all my time with one man over the last few months and now here I am, standing in an ocean of daisies with quite another." He brushed her mouth with his own. "If it helps, Miss Emma, I'm as muddled up as you are. A few weeks ago I just wanted to keep on moving. Now it's like I've got lead in my boots." Emma
( Linda Lael Miller )
[ Emma And The Outlaw ]
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