What did he say to you?" he demanded, when they were alone in Chloe's study,...

What did he say to you?" he demanded, when they were alone in Chloe's study, with the doors closed. Emma rubbed her eyes. "Who?" she replied, stalling. Steven only looked at her, his expression wry, his jawline tight. A headache pounded at the base of her skull and she sighed, wishing she could go to her room and lie down with a cold cloth on her head. They both knew Steven was talking about Macon, but Emma didn't dare admit the man had threatened her again. Steven would get furious, maybe violent, and he might insist on leaving her in Whitneyville until the trial was over, or sending her to Chicago. "He only wanted to dance," she said, avoiding her husband's eyes. Steven caught her chin in a rough but painless grasp. "Once and for all, Emma," he breathed, "don't lie to me. I won't tolerate it, not even from you." Tears gathered in Emma's lashes. "He said-he said he'd have to teach me n-not to spread my l-legs for killers, once you were gone." Steven's face contorted with rage, and he whirled away from Emma and stormed toward the door. She ran after him and caught hold of his arm. "One murder trial is enough," she cried. "Please, Steven-let it pass!" She watched as a variety of ferocious emotions moved across his face. Finally, Steven shoved the splayed fingers of his right hand through his hair and said, "I want to kill him." He folded that same hand into a fist and slammed it against the wall. "I want to kill him." "I know," Emma said gently. "But it wouldn't be worth sacrificing all the years ahead, Steven." He drew her close and held her, and his lips moved in her hair. "When I'm acquitted of killing Mary, the first thing I'm going to do is make love to you. The second thing is beat the hell out of Macon." Emma smiled up at him. "When I get through with you," she promised, full of bravado and hope, "you won't have the strength to beat the hell out of anybody." Steven chuckled hoarsely. "Is that so?" he retorted. "Well, maybe I'd better take you upstairs right now, Mrs. Fairfax, and find out if you're bluffing." "You'll just have to wait until evening, Mr. Fairfax," Emma responded airily. "I intend to enjoy our wedding party." "That was exactly what I had in mind." Steven grinned. Emma laughed and shook her head, her fears lost again, at least temporarily, in the boundless love she bore this man. Joellen

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