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192 SNOWBOUND
the open trunk of her car and waited, drinking in the
sight of him.
He stopped a couple of feet in front of her. “You came.”
Hearing the hoarseness in his voice, she said, “You
didn’t think I would?”
“I…wasn’t sure.”
“After the way I jumped at your invitation?”
Finally, finally, his mouth softened. “You did,
didn’t you?”
“It’s the fresh air,” she teased, finally able to breathe
as an amazing sense of sureness filled her. Of course
she’d done the right thing, coming as soon as she could!
How could she have done anything else, given the way
John made her feel without even touching her?
“We do have fresh air,” he conceded. At last, he took
another step and reached up with one cold hand to cup
her cheek. “God, I’ve missed you,” he murmured, and
bent his head.
It was cold enough out here that her lips felt stiff, but
he warmed them with astonishing speed, taking her
mouth with a thorough kiss in which she felt the same raw
need as in that last, memorable kiss in the laundry room.
A rough sound escaped him as he lifted his head, his
dark eyes devouring in her face. “I kept wishing I had
a picture of you. I ordered a digital camera from
Amazon, so I could take one this time.”
“I had a picture of you,” she confessed. “Kelli took
it with her phone. She took a bunch of the lodge and
everyone, and e-mailed them to all of us. But it was the
one of you…” She stopped, not wanting to admit she’d
made it her computer screen wallpaper so she’d see