"It's plain that Daisy never learned not to trust a flattering rogue," she remarked. Steven closed his hands around Emma's waist and lifted her none-too-gently onto the leather seat of the rig. "If that's what you think of me," he demanded, pushing his hat to the back of his head to look up at her, "what are you doing going on a picnic with me?" Emma took great delight in prickling his overblown pride. "You know very well what I'm doing," she answered in the same haughty tone she'd used on the school grounds as a girl, when the other children had tormented her about Chloe's method of earning a livelihood. "I'm honoring my end of our agreement. I'll still detest you when this picnic is over, and you'll ride out of this town forever, just as you promised." His grin was downright maddening. "Or," he retorted, "you'll end up asking me to stay. In fact, I expect you'll ask real nice, Miss Emma." He took a few moments to watch the color flood her face, laughed again, and rounded the buggy to climb up in the seat beside her and take the reins."