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JANICE KAY JOHNSON 167
Climbing into the van, Tabitha gave him a look over
her shoulder. “You haven’t had enough snow?”
As usual, Willow and Erin stayed quiet. Erin
because—John didn’t know. Because she was above
their juvenile excitement? And Willow because she had
no friends?
Maybe he was wrong. Maybe she had plenty.
John stood beside Fiona as the kids piled in. His hip
was giving savage warning that he’d suffer later for
today’s activities, but he needed to see them off.
Sure, he mocked himself. That was it. Didn’t have
anything to do with his unwillingness to say goodbye
to Fiona.
He couldn’t tell from her face whether she was sorry
at all to be leaving. She’d enjoyed kissing him, he didn’t
doubt that. She was intrigued by him. Maybe he had
some kind of mystique, the physically and emotionally
scarred veteran. Could be she even liked him.
But she wasn’t stealing anguished looks his way, or
asking if he’d call. She seemed focused on her students,
promising that their cell phones would work in about
an hour or two and they could call home.
“Right?” she asked him.
He nodded. “Once you pass Danson.”
“Seat belts on,” Fiona ordered, as the kids already in
the van squabbled about who sat where.
“That was my seat.”
“What difference does it make?”
“Because I get carsick if I’m not by the window.”
Amy, of course.
“Amy,” Fiona interjected, “there’s an empty seat in