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222 SNOWBOUND
Of course, the sex was awfully good. She’d known
it would be. How could it not, when the mere sight of
him stirred her in unfamiliar ways? And this trip, it was
just exploratory, for both of them. She doubted he was
ready for anything more than, well, a fling with normalcy,
anyway. She even tried to tell herself she was
okay with that. The way she hurt inside when he evaded
a question or even, one night, said, “Not something I
want to talk about,” and rolled away, that was only
punctured ego, not the bruise it felt like.
What she really, truly, wasn’t prepared for was what
happened on her last night there.
They made love the moment they were alone. She
felt John’s urgency, shared it; tomorrow night, she’d be
home in her town house in Hawes Ferry, miles from
here, not knowing when she would see him again. When
they were sated, if only briefly, he rolled to take his
weight off her and gathered her close.
He nuzzled her hair. She was smiling, her eyelids
growing heavy, when he said suddenly, “Don’t leave
tomorrow. Fiona, stay with me.”
Shocked, she whispered, “What? But school starts
Wednesday…”
“I don’t mean just for another day or two.” He reared
up on one elbow so she could see his face, his eyes
searching hers. “Quit your job. Stay. Marry me.”
She gaped at him. Was he serious?
Fiona had an awful, awful feeling that he was.