"Where are you taking me?" "To town. I'm going to wire your daddy and get you a hotel room." Her blue eyes filled with silvery stars. "You want to wire Daddy so you can ask for my hand," she crooned. "You're going to marry me." "I was thinking more in terms of murder," Steven replied. Joellen's cheeks reddened. "Well, you have to marry me, Steven Fairfax--you've compromised my good name!" "I'm going to compromise your bottom if you don't stop talking as if I had my way with you out there. I never touched you, except to share a coat, and you know it." "Daddy doesn't," Joellen said, with a cat-that-ate-the-canary smile. "And neither do all those cowboys, or Mr. Deva, or Sing Cho. They're my witnesses that you've spoiled me for any other man." Steven sighed and kept his silence."