"Scoundrel!" she accused through her teeth. "You deliberately let everyone see me with you--including Fulton!" Steven arched his eyebrows in a counterfeit expression of surprise. "Don't tell me Mr. Whitney was slaving over his accounts on a fine day like this one!" He took off his hat and slapped it against one thigh, as if in selfadmonishment, but his smile was downright insolent. "I do apologize, Miss Emma. I keep forgetting these Yankee boys don't know how to slow down and enjoy life." Emma"