Linda Lael Miller Quote

I was hoping—er—thinking— He went crimson from his neck to his hairline. Would you dance with me, Miss Emma? She smiled and offered her hand. I’d like that very much, she said, hoping her face didn’t show the ravages of her earlier crying fit. Nathaniel cleared his throat and marshalled Emma awkwardly into a waltz. It seemed strange that, only three years before, she’d been his age. If Steven or Macon is mean to you, he ventured boldly, you just come and tell me. I’ll give ’em what-for. Resisting an urge to kiss his cheek, because she knew it would embarrass him too much, Emma nodded solemnly. I’ll do that, she promised, both amused and touched that Nathaniel was willing to do battle with such formidable opponents for her sake. Nathaniel’s handsome young face was dark with conviction and his palm was moist against Emma’s. I know you think I’m just a kid, but I’m strong, Miss Emma. I won’t let anybody hurt you. Thank you, Emma said, and she meant it. After