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102 SNOWBOUND
you looking at her when you said that. Like, you
wouldn’t have if she hadn’t been there to overhear.”
Furious spots of color had appeared on her cheeks.
“You’re the one who’s being mean!”
He just shrugged.
Amy looked at Hopper. He bowed his head.
“Not cool,” Kelli said.
Amy burst into tears, scrambled up so fast her chair
fell over with a crash and raced for the stairs. Everyone
let her go.
Of course, it was Fiona’s job to go after her. Eventually.
Once she’d taken care of Willow’s problem.
So much for the peaceful tableau. With a sigh, Fiona
followed John to the kitchen, passing an unsuspecting
Tabitha who had a can of pop in her hand, said, “Any
luck?” and at Fiona’s shake of the head went back to
join the others.
John came out of the storeroom with a couple of
pink-wrapped items. “These?” he asked, holding them
up.
“Oh, bless you!” Fiona said fervently. “My next
option was to suggest rags, and I know that wouldn’t
go over well.”
“Rags?”
“Never mind.” She took the two wrapped pads. “Is
this all you could find?”
“No, there’s a bunch of them. Different colors and, uh,
sizes.” His shoulders moved. “Ones left behind. I save
anything like that, if I think it might come in handy.”
“John Fallon, you are the best innkeeper in the entire
world.” Before she could think twice about it, she stood