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110 SNOWBOUND
woman since he was wounded? Maybe, since before he
went to Iraq?
Fiona asked the only thing she could think to. “Did
you have a girlfriend before you left?”
“I was seeing someone, but we were drifting apart
even before I shipped out.”
“Oh. I, um, haven’t actually dated more than casually
in a long time, either.” Oh God. Why did she tell him
that? Maybe he wasn’t interested. If she saw boredom
cross his face…
He didn’t look bored. His voice was low, a little
rough. “Why?”
“Well, I’ve been busy. Working full-time and going
to grad school at the same time is a challenge.”
He waited.
“Okay, I guess I just haven’t met anyone who interested
me enough to bother. Which is not what I tell guys
calling to ask me for a second date!”
He smiled. Really smiled. “Break their hearts, do you?”
“Oh, that’s me. A femme fatale.”
“I think—” again his voice had roughened “—you
could be.”
They were flirting, she realized, not just dancing
around the possibility, as they’d been practically since
she stumbled over the lodge doorstep yesterday. Her
heart was pounding, her cheeks felt warm, and despite
all common sense she wanted to be snowbound here
until she found out if this attraction to him meant
anything.
Suddenly a giggle escaped her, as irresistible as a
hiccup.