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JANICE KAY JOHNSON 191
amazing bathtub. The porch seemed larger without
snow cloaking stairs and footings. From this vantage
she could see the roofs of cabins amongst the trees, and
the shed that had been half-buried in snow and was
much larger than she’d realized, the size of perhaps a
triple garage.
John’s black 4Runner was nowhere to be seen, but
a row of other vehicles reminded her that she and he
wouldn’t be alone. Far from alone. She counted five
cars and SUVs.
A couple of kids had a blue plastic disk they were
hauling up a short incline perfect for brief runs. A
snowman tilted drunkenly in front of the porch.
She coasted to a stop at the end of the row of parked
cars, set her emergency brake and turned off her engine.
The moment she was out of the car, Fiona breathed in
the crisp, clean air scented by fir. She was early. John
probably wasn’t watching for her yet. She could haul
her suitcase herself, or even leave it in the trunk for
later…
The lodge door opened and he stepped out, his gaze
going straight to her and never leaving her as he crossed
the porch and came down the steps.
Her heart seemed to swell in her chest until it hurt. Like
the lodge, he looked just as she remembered. No, better.
Unbelievably sexy in jeans, boots, a flannel shirt and
down vest, his dark hair shaggier as if he hadn’t cut it
since her visit. As he crossed the snowy ground to her,
his limp was scarcely noticeable. Was he working to hide
it?
Fiona couldn’t seem to move. She simply stood by