"He smiled and kissed the tip of her nose, one hand resting lightly on her naked hip. "It's time this old house saw some joy again, don't you think?" Emma nodded. "Your father and Macon's mother--were they happy?" Steven shrugged. "All I really remember about my father is that he always gave me rock candy when he visited, and that he adored my mother. It doesn't seem likely that he'd have kept a mistress if he loved the woman he married." "What about Cyrus and his wife, Louella?" He grinned. "My guess would be they were happy. Granddaddy gets a certain light in his eyes when he talks about Louella, and he told me once that he'd never been unfaithful to her." Emma wet her lips with the tip of her tongue, her eyes wide and weary as she looked at her husband. "Would you ever take a mistress?" He kissed her, his tongue sweeping her lips once, awakening her needs in spite of all that had happened that day. "Never," he said with such quiet certainty that Emma was greatly comforted. "I get everything I need from you." She"