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186 SNOWBOUND or the depth of communication in a smile, hear laughter and a note of intimacy in their voices, and he might as well have been outside in the cold peering through the window, so apart did he feel. He didn’t tell Fiona that, of course. He’d revealed enough to her. She’d seen him stagger when his leg failed. He’d made a fool enough of himself when he’d tackled her during that flashback. He was getting desperate enough to wonder whether he could tolerate staying with his parents or sister if he went down to see her, when she gave him the idea. She wrote, I love getting your e-mails, but I miss you anyway. I imagine us sitting in front of the fire talking—of course, if there are guests they’re closeted in their rooms where they belong. The smile was in her voice, even writing. Or perhaps we’re hiding in the laundry room. I confess, I think about the laundry room often. His fingers seemed to type of their own volition. Your Christmas break is coming up. You must have at least a couple of weeks off. Spend them at the lodge with me. His heart was thudding after he hit Send. He sat and stared at the screen as if he expected an instant reply. Damn. How was he going to wait days? Even one day?
JANICE KAY JOHNSON 187 What if she already had plans? What if she didn’t feel she could desert her mother? What if she was just talking, and hadn’t meant a word of it? He was back at the library the next morning just after ten o’clock. His only e-mail was from Mizzmack. I thought you’d never ask, she said simply.
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186 SNOWBOUND<br />
or the depth of <strong>com</strong>munication in a smile, hear laughter<br />
and a note of intimacy in their voices, and he might as<br />
well have been outside in the cold peering through the<br />
window, so apart did he feel.<br />
He didn’t tell Fiona that, of course. He’d revealed<br />
enough to her. She’d seen him stagger when his leg<br />
failed. He’d made a fool enough of himself when he’d<br />
tackled her during that flashback.<br />
He was getting desperate enough to wonder whether<br />
he could tolerate staying with his parents or sister if he<br />
went down to see her, when she gave him the idea.<br />
She wrote,<br />
I love getting your e-mails, but I miss you anyway. I<br />
imagine us sitting in front of the fire talking—of<br />
course, if there are guests they’re closeted in their<br />
rooms where they belong.<br />
The smile was in her voice, even writing.<br />
Or perhaps we’re hiding in the laundry room. I<br />
confess, I think about the laundry room often.<br />
His fingers seemed to type of their own volition.<br />
Your Christmas break is <strong>com</strong>ing up. You must have<br />
at least a couple of weeks off. Spend them at the<br />
lodge with me.<br />
His heart was thudding after he hit Send. He sat and<br />
stared at the screen as if he expected an instant reply.<br />
Damn. How was he going to wait days? Even one day?