Snowbound - Harlequin.com

JANICE KAY JOHNSON 173
“You are such a little kid,” Amy told him dismissively.
In the rearview mirror, Fiona saw him laugh, but she
thought Amy’s put-down had stung. She wasn’t the
only one to think so, because Willow smiled at him and
said, “I like to build snowmen, too.”
He grinned at her. “Hey, cool. Where do you live?”
Fiona tuned them out again. She felt amazingly illprepared
to teach classes tomorrow. It was going to
take some thought to remember where she’d left off last
week. She’d have to grocery shop before she went
home, or there’d be no breakfast tomorrow. And, oh
goody, laundry tonight, too, since she’d meant to do it
Saturday. As if she hadn’t done nine hundred loads of
laundry this weekend, trying to keep up with the towels
and wet clothes for ten people. Of course, her housework
had been waiting for the weekend, too, but it could
wait again until next Saturday.
Real life was such fun.
The kids got out their cell phones and called
parents and friends. Fiona waited until she stopped
for gas and for everyone to get a chance to use a rest
room and get drinks. Then she phoned Dave Schneider,
estimating how long it would take them to arrive
back at the school and promising to call when they
got closer.
They pulled into the parking lot by the gymnasium
at Willamette Prep just before dark. Cars clustered by
the building. Fiona was surprised to see how much snow
still lay on the ground, although the roads and parking
lots were now bare except for occasional thin sheets of
ice. Her neck and shoulders ached, and she was grateful