Emma, we’ve got to elope—now. Tonight. That way, I’ll be able to present you to Mother as a fait accompli. Stunned, Emma jerked her arm from his grasp. Fulton, I’ve told you… He laid a fingertip to her lips. Don’t say it. I know Mother intimidates you, Emma, but once you’re my wife, she’ll accept you, I know she will. The pain Emma felt must have been visible in her eyes when she looked up at Fulton, but if he saw it, he didn’t react. Perhaps he would listen if she approached the subject from his point of view, rather than her own. Fulton, there’s a lot of talk about me, and— His hands grasped her shoulders. I don’t care, Emma, he whispered. For the first time, she noticed that his lower lip was cut and slightly swollen. She touched the wound gently. What happened? Again his eyes skirted hers. It’s nothing you need to worry about, darling, he said. Now, listen to me. We must get married right away! I can’t do that, Emma said miserably. I know women like a church wedding, but— That isn’t the reason. Fulton, I don’t love you. It would be a dreadful mistake for us to marry. He was still holding her shoulders, and he gave her an angry little shake. You’ll have tender feelings for me soon, Emma, I promise you. Come away with me tonight! Emma pulled free. I can’t. Is it true, then, Emma—what everybody’s saying about you and Fairfax? The question was so direct that it startled Emma. I guess that depends on what’s being said, she replied sadly. Then, holding her shawl more closely around her against the evening chill, she started up the bank toward Chloe’s house. Fulton had no choice but to follow. He stopped her at the edge of the lawn, again by taking her arm. This time his hold was too tight for her to pull out of. I don’t care if it’s all true, he sputtered. Do you hear me, Emma? I don’t care. I still want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything! Emma sighed. What are they saying? she asked, braced for the worst. Fulton’s hand dropped from her arm and he lowered his head. That you spent the nights in his room. Emma’s cheeks flamed, but her chin rose to an obstinate level. That’s a lie. A bright smile broke over Fulton’s face. I knew it was. Guilt pummeled Emma like an invisible fist. You’d want to marry me, even if I’d said the rumors were true? Fulton nodded. It’s no secret that I’m eager for the—solaces of marriage, Emma. I’m willing to overlook a great deal to have you. The ― Linda Lael Miller, Emma And The Outlaw

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Emma, we’ve got to elope—now. Tonight. That way, I’ll be able to present you to Mother as a fait accompli. Stunned, Emma jerked her arm from his grasp. Fulton, I’ve told you… He laid a fingertip to her lips. Don’t say it. I know Mother intimidates you, Emma, but once you’re my wife, she’ll accept you, I know she will. The pain Emma felt must have been visible in her eyes when she looked up at Fulton, but if he saw it, he didn’t react. Perhaps he would listen if she approached the subject from his point of view, rather than her own. Fulton, there’s a lot of talk about me, and— His hands grasped her shoulders. I don’t care, Emma, he whispered. For the first time, she noticed that his lower lip was cut and slightly swollen. She touched the wound gently. What happened? Again his eyes skirted hers. It’s nothing you need to worry about, darling, he said. Now, listen to me. We must get married right away! I can’t do that, Emma said miserably. I know women like a church wedding, but— That isn’t the reason. Fulton, I don’t love you. It would be a dreadful mistake for us to marry. He was still holding her shoulders, and he gave her an angry little shake. You’ll have tender feelings for me soon, Emma, I promise you. Come away with me tonight! Emma pulled free. I can’t. Is it true, then, Emma—what everybody’s saying about you and Fairfax? The question was so direct that it startled Emma. I guess that depends on what’s being said, she replied sadly. Then, holding her shawl more closely around her against the evening chill, she started up the bank toward Chloe’s house. Fulton had no choice but to follow. He stopped her at the edge of the lawn, again by taking her arm. This time his hold was too tight for her to pull out of. I don’t care if it’s all true, he sputtered. Do you hear me, Emma? I don’t care. I still want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything! Emma sighed. What are they saying? she asked, braced for the worst. Fulton’s hand dropped from her arm and he lowered his head. That you spent the nights in his room. Emma’s cheeks flamed, but her chin rose to an obstinate level. That’s a lie. A bright smile broke over Fulton’s face. I knew it was. Guilt pummeled Emma like an invisible fist. You’d want to marry me, even if I’d said the rumors were true? Fulton nodded. It’s no secret that I’m eager for the—solaces of marriage, Emma. I’m willing to overlook a great deal to have you. The ― Linda Lael Miller, Emma And The Outlaw
Emma, we’ve got to elope—now. Tonight. That way, I’ll be able to present you to Mother as a fait accompli. Stunned, Emma jerked her arm from his grasp. Fulton, I’ve told you… He laid a fingertip to her lips. Don’t say it. I know Mother intimidates you, Emma, but once you’re my wife, she’ll accept you, I know she will. The pain Emma felt must have been visible in her eyes when she looked up at Fulton, but if he saw it, he didn’t react. Perhaps he would listen if she approached the subject from his point of view, rather than her own. Fulton, there’s a lot of talk about me, and— His hands grasped her shoulders. I don’t care, Emma, he whispered. For the first time, she noticed that his lower lip was cut and slightly swollen. She touched the wound gently. What happened? Again his eyes skirted hers. It’s nothing you need to worry about, darling, he said. Now, listen to me. We must get married right away! I can’t do that, Emma said miserably. I know women like a church wedding, but— That isn’t the reason. Fulton, I don’t love you. It would be a dreadful mistake for us to marry. He was still holding her shoulders, and he gave her an angry little shake. You’ll have tender feelings for me soon, Emma, I promise you. Come away with me tonight! Emma pulled free. I can’t. Is it true, then, Emma—what everybody’s saying about you and Fairfax? The question was so direct that it startled Emma. I guess that depends on what’s being said, she replied sadly. Then, holding her shawl more closely around her against the evening chill, she started up the bank toward Chloe’s house. Fulton had no choice but to follow. He stopped her at the edge of the lawn, again by taking her arm. This time his hold was too tight for her to pull out of. I don’t care if it’s all true, he sputtered. Do you hear me, Emma? I don’t care. I still want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything! Emma sighed. What are they saying? she asked, braced for the worst. Fulton’s hand dropped from her arm and he lowered his head. That you spent the nights in his room. Emma’s cheeks flamed, but her chin rose to an obstinate level. That’s a lie. A bright smile broke over Fulton’s face. I knew it was. Guilt pummeled Emma like an invisible fist. You’d want to marry me, even if I’d said the rumors were true? Fulton nodded. It’s no secret that I’m eager for the—solaces of marriage, Emma. I’m willing to overlook a great deal to have you. The ― Linda Lael Miller, Emma And The Outlaw

Emma, we’ve got to elope—now. Tonight. That way, I’ll be able to present you to Mother as a fait accompli. Stunned, Emma jerked her arm from his grasp. Fulton, I’ve told you… He laid a fingertip to her lips. Don’t say it. I know Mother intimidates you, Emma, but once you’re my wife, she’ll accept you, I know she will. The pain Emma felt must have been visible in her eyes when she looked up at Fulton, but if he saw it, he didn’t react. Perhaps he would listen if she approached the subject from his point of view, rather than her own. Fulton, there’s a lot of talk about me, and— His hands grasped her shoulders. I don’t care, Emma, he whispered. For the first time, she noticed that his lower lip was cut and slightly swollen. She touched the wound gently. What happened? Again his eyes skirted hers. It’s nothing you need to worry about, darling, he said. Now, listen to me. We must get married right away! I can’t do that, Emma said miserably. I know women like a church wedding, but— That isn’t the reason. Fulton, I don’t love you. It would be a dreadful mistake for us to marry. He was still holding her shoulders, and he gave her an angry little shake. You’ll have tender feelings for me soon, Emma, I promise you. Come away with me tonight! Emma pulled free. I can’t. Is it true, then, Emma—what everybody’s saying about you and Fairfax? The question was so direct that it startled Emma. I guess that depends on what’s being said, she replied sadly. Then, holding her shawl more closely around her against the evening chill, she started up the bank toward Chloe’s house. Fulton had no choice but to follow. He stopped her at the edge of the lawn, again by taking her arm. This time his hold was too tight for her to pull out of. I don’t care if it’s all true, he sputtered. Do you hear me, Emma? I don’t care. I still want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything! Emma sighed. What are they saying? she asked, braced for the worst. Fulton’s hand dropped from her arm and he lowered his head. That you spent the nights in his room. Emma’s cheeks flamed, but her chin rose to an obstinate level. That’s a lie. A bright smile broke over Fulton’s face. I knew it was. Guilt pummeled Emma like an invisible fist. You’d want to marry me, even if I’d said the rumors were true? Fulton nodded. It’s no secret that I’m eager for the—solaces of marriage, Emma. I’m willing to overlook a great deal to have you. The
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