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204 SNOWBOUND “Yeah.” Just like that, his voice was raw, and the emotion in his eyes so intense her heart cramped. “You are.” He kissed her, his longing plain, but his hands and lips so gentle Fiona felt precious. Even loved. Her last coherent thought was, Please. Please let it be love.
CHAPTER TWELVE HE’D ANTICIPATED this a thousand times without really believing it would happen. Fiona would e-mail with a last-minute excuse. Half a dozen good ones came to mind without any effort on John’s part. She felt bad leaving her mother alone for Christmas. She was having car trouble. Whatever. Maybe over spring break, she might say. But call if you get down my way. Or the other possibility was that she’d show up but go for the room upstairs. He’d been prepared for that. Even okay with it. He just wanted her here, laughing at him, kissing him, pushing him to talk even when he didn’t want to. Caring. But he’d gotten luckier than that. So much luckier, he was still in shock. Here she was, in his room, fresh from the bath, her hair curling even more from the steam, cheeks rosy, gaze shy. She hadn’t gotten dressed again, nor had she slipped into a little negligee. Instead she wore flannel pajama pants and a simple white camisole. Without—a flicker of a glance told him— having put a bra on beneath it. He’d been aroused even before he kissed her. Now that he had… He wished like hell he’d had sex some
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CHAPTER TWELVE<br />
HE’D ANTICIPATED this a thousand times without really<br />
believing it would happen. Fiona would e-mail with a<br />
last-minute excuse. Half a dozen good ones came to<br />
mind without any effort on John’s part. She felt bad<br />
leaving her mother alone for Christmas. She was having<br />
car trouble. Whatever. Maybe over spring break, she<br />
might say. But call if you get down my way.<br />
Or the other possibility was that she’d show up but<br />
go for the room upstairs. He’d been prepared for that.<br />
Even okay with it. He just wanted her here, laughing at<br />
him, kissing him, pushing him to talk even when he<br />
didn’t want to. Caring.<br />
But he’d gotten luckier than that. So much luckier,<br />
he was still in shock. Here she was, in his room, fresh<br />
from the bath, her hair curling even more from the<br />
steam, cheeks rosy, gaze shy. She hadn’t gotten dressed<br />
again, nor had she slipped into a little negligee. Instead<br />
she wore flannel pajama pants and a simple white<br />
camisole. Without—a flicker of a glance told him—<br />
having put a bra on beneath it.<br />
He’d been aroused even before he kissed her. Now<br />
that he had… He wished like hell he’d had sex some
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