emmet

Emmet himself had never taken a woman for more than a night.

If only she could share it with Emmet as well.

Emmet tried to imagine his future and he could not.

Emmet got up from the writing table and walked outside.

Then she heard a shot and knew Emmet had not returned.

But Emmet decided it was time to change the ground rules.

She'd told him she was going back to Emmet and he seemed content, in his way.

But she had her hands full, with Emmet being laid up.

When Emmet brought her the tree, they'd been all ready.

She would take whatever of Emmet he was willing to give and not ask for more.

Emmet had to admit she was right, but only to himself.

Emmet slept most of the next day, but no one else did.

Emmet could not remember her ever being quite so modest before.

She knew this kind of talk worried Emmet too, though not quite in the same way.

Emmet opened the door a crack and looked out at her.

Two years on the farm made Emmet look much better to her than she knew he was.

Emmet made a face and turned to look for the waitress.

Emmet thought about that and concluded it was very likely true.

Emmet looked out the window, trying to locate an office building.

It had been burning almost an hour when Emmet came in.

Emmet cursed when he could no longer see into the water.

Then the man's words registered, and Emmet saw what he was doing.

Emmet had never burned so hot for any other woman.

Emmet asked, feeling somehow that they should, since he'd done all the work.

We were just talking about you the other night, Emmet."