Snowbound - Harlequin.com

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180 SNOWBOUND Then he skipped over the e-mails from his mother and his sisters, clicking on the one from Mizzmack. Cute, he thought, letting her kids choose her screen name. His heart hammered as he read her short e-mail, then hungrily reread it. It sounded just like her. He could almost hear her friendly voice, amusement quivering in it. See? she seemed to be saying. I managed to thank you while making a point of not thanking you. He was glad she wasn’t going to be in trouble for making the wrong decision and getting stranded. She clearly loved her job. John hit Print so he could take her e-mail home with him and read it again. In the meantime, he wrote back, thanking her for letting him know they’d made it and saying, Do you think there are three movies at the multiplex worth seeing? Then, It occurs to me that I can’t very well go anywhere over Thanksgiving. I’m expecting a full house here at the lodge. I’ll let you know when it looks like I can get down there. Cop-out? he wondered, remembering the relief he’d felt when he realized going to his parents for the holiday just wasn’t practical. But it was true that his rooms were one hundred percent booked over Thanksgiving weekend.

JANICE KAY JOHNSON 181 He needed to get going now; a couple was scheduled to arrive this afternoon, two more groups tomorrow. He didn’t intend to put any of them in Fiona’s room. He wanted to think of it as her room for as long as possible. He typed, Hope Dieter and Willow’s romance lasts. They both need it. John’s fingers hovered over the keys. Damn. He couldn’t remember ever struggling over a few simple words the way he was now. But something told him it was important that he strike the right balance, sounding friendly but not desperate. Please come back would scare her off. He finally settled on, If you have time, e-mail me. Place isn’t the same without you. No. He backed the cursor up, changing the sentence to, Place isn’t the same without all of you. “Send” and it was gone, before he could have second thoughts. He read his other e-mails and responded briefly. He never knew what to say anymore to his parents or sisters. But they’d worry if he didn’t answer at all. Supplies loaded, he headed back up the mountain, arriving barely an hour before the obviously wealthy

180 SNOWBOUND<br />

Then he skipped over the e-mails from his mother<br />

and his sisters, clicking on the one from Mizzmack.<br />

Cute, he thought, letting her kids choose her screen<br />

name.<br />

His heart hammered as he read her short e-mail, then<br />

hungrily reread it. It sounded just like her. He could<br />

almost hear her friendly voice, amusement quivering in<br />

it. See? she seemed to be saying. I managed to thank<br />

you while making a point of not thanking you.<br />

He was glad she wasn’t going to be in trouble for<br />

making the wrong decision and getting stranded. She<br />

clearly loved her job.<br />

John hit Print so he could take her e-mail home<br />

with him and read it again. In the meantime, he wrote<br />

back, thanking her for letting him know they’d made<br />

it and saying,<br />

Do you think there are three movies at the multiplex<br />

worth seeing?<br />

Then,<br />

It occurs to me that I can’t very well go anywhere<br />

over Thanksgiving. I’m expecting a full house here<br />

at the lodge. I’ll let you know when it looks like I can<br />

get down there.<br />

Cop-out? he wondered, remembering the relief he’d<br />

felt when he realized going to his parents for the holiday<br />

just wasn’t practical. But it was true that his rooms were<br />

one hundred percent booked over Thanksgiving weekend.

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