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It would be for her own safety to listen to my direction in the beginning, until she gets the lay of the land.

I could tell that she was a spoilt little girl, whose daddy let her get away with murder. As my wife, she wouldn’t have that kind of freedom, because I don’t believe in it.

I don’t cotton to all this new age crap. A woman is a delicate flower and needs to be treated as such. She might think she wants to do the same things as a man, but she’ll learn different.

I know she has a business degree from Loyola, I admire that about her, but as my wife she’ll have no need for such things.

All she’ll have to do is see after me, and whatever kids we might have and I’m hoping for plenty. I’m not the back-woods hick she thinks I am.

I just didn’t work my tail off so that my woman could work herself into the ground for someone else. If she wanted to start her own business, I was all for that.

But she wasn’t working outside the home. If that made me a goober in her eyes, well so be it. Her daddy had already signed on the dotted line.

When he’d first come to me for help, I had no idea if I was going to help him or not. But as time went by and I did my research, I found her.

One look at her and I was hooked. And if a picture alone could do that, I couldn’t imagine what seeing her in the flesh would mean.

It was better than I thought; she has a beauty that transcends time, a throwback to an earlier time, a better time.

A time when men courted women with poetry, and sat out on the front porch, while some old lady sat off in the corner making sure there was no hanky panky going on.

I guess I am old fashioned after all, in some ways. In this day of fast everything, I liked the idea of a sweet little southern belle in my home. It would be up to me to turn her into something else entirely in my bed. I can’t wait.

I wanted her the first moment I saw her, and that first night at dinner just sealed it for me. She was beautiful and sassy, my favorite combination.

I’m sure it was probably a chore for her that first night, to sit there, all prim and proper. But she couldn’t hide the daggers in her eyes when it became obvious that her parents were playing matchmaker.

I had a hard time containing myself all those nights we went out driving, but I was resolved not to treat her like just any woman, but like the woman I was going to take to wife.

I still had some old world values about me, though I’ve been around the block a time or two.

I just left after a word with her father, instead of making a fuss; there was no need. She was mine from the first moment I clamped eyes on her.

Chapter 6

EMILY

That had been the last time I’d seen him. I thought I’d made my position very clear that night.

So why was mama trying to force the issue again? I know it couldn’t be because he still wanted me; I’d burned that bridge but good with my rudeness.

I’d had a few bad moments after that. The thought of never seeing him made me feel ill, but I squashed those feelings as soon as they reared their ugly little heads.

No way am I giving in, not unless I got some things my way; like a nice big place in the city. Maybe even New Orleans, the historic district has some lovely old mansions…

JET

I like women, I like sex; in fact I like lots of sex. And I could see myself spending plenty a long, hot night between her thighs. I’m not willing to overlook her penchant for being a brat though; that’s something we’ll have to work on.

I wouldn’t want to break her spirit by no means; I like that sassy mouth of hers. But she’d have to learn that as my wife, her first loyalty belongs to me.

Now her mom has called and said she’s refusing to marry me. What that little girl doesn’t know, is that Jet Durant doesn’t take no for an answer.

“Let me speak with your husband ma’am.” For what I have in mind, it was best to let the head of the house know what I was up to.

It was very unorthodox in this day and age, but back in the day, it’s the way the men in my family would’ve handled things.

I stayed on the phone five minutes with the old man, laying out my plans. Then I had some things to take care of on my end.


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