"Why do you dislike Fulton so much? I do believe you're pleased that I'm going on a picnic with an outlaw--a man you said yourself was probably just one step ahead of real trouble." "My reasons for not liking Fulton are my own business," Chloe replied. "You'd see what's wrong with him for yourself if you'd just open your eyes. And I've changed my mind about you seeing Mr. Fairfax because Big John says he's solid as bedrock. Fact is, I think he could bring out a side of you the rest of us have never seen." Reflecting on the way she'd responded to Steven's kisses, Emma dropped her eyes. "Maybe that side is better left alone," she said, feeling a stirring of desire as well as shame. "Nonsense," Chloe said briskly, "it's as much a part of you as that lovely copper-colored hair of yours and your blue eyes. You're a woman now, Emma, and it's time you stopped trying to mold yourself into a bluestocking." I'm terrified of that other Emma, she thought. "My mother had a passionate side," she observed aloud. "It brought her to ruin and made her give up her own children." "She was weak," Chloe insisted. Emma recalled how easily Steven had been able to make her submit to him. "Perhaps I'm weak, too." "Only where one man is concerned, I think," was Chloe's reply. She rose from her chair and yawned daintily. "I'll be off to bed now. It's been a long day." "Good night," Emma said, standing. Chloe kissed her cheek. "Good night, Emma, dear. And don't stay up half the night berating yourself because some cowboy can make your knees melt. It just means you're a normal, healthy woman, that's all." Emma"