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JANICE KAY JOHNSON 111
His eyes narrowed. “What?”
“I suddenly realized I’m having this intense conversation
with a man who’s holding a basket of
sanitary napkins.”
He looked down. “Uh, yeah. Here. You take them.”
He all but shoved the basket into her hands.
Another bubble of laughter in her throat, she said,
“Feel manlier now?”
He was getting better at the whole smiling thing.
This one was positively rakish. “Hey, you kissed me
because of those pads.”
“I can be bribed,” she said with as much dignity as
she could summon.
“And with so little.”
She laughed. “I’ll take these upstairs.”
“You do that.”
Fiona backed up a step or two. “And see whether
Amy has reappeared.”
“Good idea.”
“The boys are probably getting hungry again.”
With resignation, John said, “Undoubtedly. I’ll see
what I can find.”
“Okay.” Even so, it was all she could do to make
herself turn away. Pushing through the swinging door,
she felt a little flutter of alarm along with plenty of
flutters of excitement. Was it really all that smart to be
even thinking about falling for a man who’d had to move
out into the woods so he could “decompress”? Or—
horrors—was that the real attraction? Did she think she
could somehow “fix” him? Lord, was she that arrogant?
Perturbed, she took the basket upstairs and left it in