"I see things haven't changed much," he drawled, resettling his hat. "Good day, Miss Emma." Emma gave a strangled cry and would have stomped on his instep if she hadn't been afraid she'd break his foot. She didn't mind hurting him, but there was always the chance that Chloe would take him back into the house again Color stung her cheeks. "Get out." Steven's hazel eyes danced. "I guess I'd better. The way you were clinging to me just now... well, you might not be above taking advantage of a man." Emma longed for a heavy book to clout him with, but she'd long since put them all away. She pointed toward the door with a trembling index finger and tried to look fierce. He chuckled and, without another word, rounded Emma and walked out of the library, whistling. Emma"