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JANICE KAY JOHNSON 161
Somebody was in the kitchen. Brain like sludge, he
slowly realized that several somebodies were there.
Calling her. Which meant…
Oh, crap. He was still processing what those voices
meant when she began to struggle.
“The kids! They’re coming!”
“Yeah.” He let go of her and stepped back, shaking
his head in an attempt to clear it. “God.”
Her hands had gone frantically to her hair. “Do I
look…?”
“Yeah,” he said again. “You do.”
Her finger-combing was making it worse.
He reached up and took her hand. “Stop. They’re
not stupid.”
“Ms. Mac? Where are you?”
“In here,” she called. “Working on laundry.”
The door swung open, hitting John in the back.
He swore as his hip gave a scream of protest.
Tabitha’s anxious face peered around the door at
him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
“It’s okay,” he said between gritted teeth. “My fault.”
Just as well if she thought he was keeping his back
to her because muscle spasms kept him immobile.
Mussed hair on their pretty teacher was one thing;
seeing his erection was another.
“We hear the snowplow,” she said. “I mean, it has to
be the snowplow, right?”
“Unless a helicopter is passing over, it’s got to be the
snowplow,” John agreed.
A couple of the other kids crowded in behind her.
Over her head, Hopper asked, “Should we send someone