QUOTE : You needn’t play, Mr. Weston,” Emma said. “I only agreed to play for Lizzie’s sake, so . . .” “Oh, come, Miss Smallwood. Please tell me you don’t shun all things athletic as you did as a girl.” A teasing light shone in his eyes. “Afraid you’ll lose?” Emma huffed. “I am not afraid to lose. I know I shall. This isn’t chess, after all.” One eyebrow rose. “Oh, ho! A shot to the heart. The lady recalls soundly trouncing me, I see. Then you must give me a chance to redeem myself.” He set aside his hat and adopted a ready stance, bouncing lightly from foot to foot. He looked fifteen years old all over again. Emma felt a grin lift a corner of her mouth. “Oh, very well. But promise not to laugh too hard.” “I promise.