Snowbound - Harlequin.com

JANICE KAY JOHNSON 145
“Okay,” they chorused cheerfully. Lying, every one
of them. She would never hear the end of this.
“Problem?” John asked behind her.
“No problem,” she said too hastily, and turned.
The mere sight of him sent her heart skittering again.
He looked so darn good with his broad shoulders and
lean build, shaggy dark hair, a perfectly sculpted face
with hollows beneath the cheekbones, straight, narrow
nose and unrevealing mouth that, Fiona couldn’t help
noting, seemed more relaxed than usual.
“We were just talking,” Kelli said.
“Yeah,” Dieter chimed in. “Do you think the snowplow
will come tomorrow?”
“It’s possible. Depends how widespread the storm
was.”
“How will we know if it comes?” Kelli asked.
“We’ll be able to hear it. Sound carries out here.”
“I don’t care if they don’t make it tomorrow,” Dieter
said. He glanced at Willow. “I’m having fun.”
“Me, too,” Tabitha said. “Except I wish I had more
clothes here.”
Troy had apparently wandered down the stairs in the
midst of the discussion, because from the outskirts of
the small group he said, “Yeah, it’s been cool.”
“I don’t want to go home yet,” Willow said with surprising
force, then flushed as gazes swung her way.
To rescue her, Fiona said, “I’m in no hurry, either.
How about you, Hopper?”
“I’m good.”
One by one, the others agreed, Amy last and least