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She lifted her head and her face lit. “The very reason
I’ve never visited. I’m terrified to find out what your
bathroom facilities are like. Please tell me I don’t have
to take a cold shower outside while yanking some string.”
“Nope.” He grinned again. “There’s no shower at
the lodge.”
“What?” His sister stopped dead.
“The bathtubs are nice.”
Grumbling under her breath, she climbed the steps
and stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. “I’ve arrived.”
“So I see.” Arm around her shoulders, he raised his
brows. “And to what do I owe the honor of this visit?”
Liz never bothered to be less than blunt. “I’m
worried about you. What else?”
“You missed me?”
“Well, of course I missed you! The fact that you
never visit is why I’m worried. Surely you occasionally
hanker for a really fine dinner, or a movie, or a trip to
Powell’s?”
He winced. He did love Powell’s, Portland’s famous
bookstore in which used and new books mingled in a
maze of rooms on multiple floors that covered a city block.
“So what’s up?” she challenged.
“Can we talk later?” he asked.
“As long as we do it.” She marched past him, then
waited pointedly until he opened the heavy front door
for her.
John showed her to Fiona’s room. He still hadn’t put
guests in here, mainly because the lodge hadn’t been
completely full at any time since Christmas. Just yesterday
he’d made up the bed. Liz nodded her approval,