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264 SNOWBOUND they would have, and whether either of them would have been content with whatever that had turned out to be. Unfortunately knowing she’d been right didn’t seem to lessen her depression. She had an exciting dinner of tomato soup from a can and a grilled cheese sandwich, then tried to work on a paper she was writing for a class in educational psychology. Fiona was about to give up after struggling first with a paragraph for what had to be half an hour, then searching for another fifteen minutes for a reference she knew she’d jotted down. Somewhere. The sound of the doorbell was a relief, even though it was unusual enough on a weeknight to make her a little apprehensive. She looked through the peephole and stared. Distorted though the face was, it looked for all the world like John Fallon. How could he be here? Had she ever even given him her address? Her knees felt weak and her heart drummed as she fumbled with the locks and flung the door open. “John?” He looked like himself, and yet…not. For one thing, it was April, so instead of a heavy sweater or down vest over his jeans, he wore only an oatmeal-colored thermal henley T-shirt, with the couple of buttons unfastened to expose his sinfully sexy throat and chest. And athletic shoes instead of boots. He’d had a haircut, too. Recently, she thought. And he was so clean-shaven, he had to have taken a razor to his five o’clock shadow. Which meant… She couldn’t think what it meant.
JANICE KAY JOHNSON 265 “How did you find me?” “Dieter.” He shrugged apologetically, his eyes wary. “You’re unlisted. He, uh, hacked into the personnel records…” She flapped both hands. “Don’t tell me! If I know, I might have to do something.” “He thought it was a good cause.” “It?” “Me.” “Oh.” Warmth crept over her. He’d enlisted Dieter’s help… Her eyes narrowed. “Wait. Did you ask Tabitha or Kelli if I was dating anyone?” “Uh…” “You did!” she accused. He glanced each way, at the neighboring town houses. “Do you suppose I could come in?” Of course she wanted nothing so much in the world as to have him come in, but she pretended to frown. “You used the kids!” “If you let me in, I’ll explain.” “Oh, fine.” She stood to one side, then closed the door behind him. “I’m their teacher. You asked them to pry!” “They’re the ones who e-mailed me when you started dating the school Mussolini.” “Chad is very nice… They e-mailed you?” “First, Tabitha and then Dieter. They apparently felt I should rush to rescue you. Or rush over here if I wanted to have any chance whatsoever with you.” Fiona felt a funny shift in her chest that felt very like the crumbling of hope. “That was almost six weeks ago. You didn’t rush here. Or even e-mail.”
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JANICE KAY JOHNSON 265<br />
“How did you find me?”<br />
“Dieter.” He shrugged apologetically, his eyes<br />
wary. “You’re unlisted. He, uh, hacked into the personnel<br />
records…”<br />
She flapped both hands. “Don’t tell me! If I know, I<br />
might have to do something.”<br />
“He thought it was a good cause.”<br />
“It?”<br />
“Me.”<br />
“Oh.” Warmth crept over her. He’d enlisted Dieter’s<br />
help… Her eyes narrowed. “Wait. Did you ask Tabitha<br />
or Kelli if I was dating anyone?”<br />
“Uh…”<br />
“You did!” she accused.<br />
He glanced each way, at the neighboring town<br />
houses. “Do you suppose I could <strong>com</strong>e in?”<br />
Of course she wanted nothing so much in the world<br />
as to have him <strong>com</strong>e in, but she pretended to frown.<br />
“You used the kids!”<br />
“If you let me in, I’ll explain.”<br />
“Oh, fine.” She stood to one side, then closed the door<br />
behind him. “I’m their teacher. You asked them to pry!”<br />
“They’re the ones who e-mailed me when you started<br />
dating the school Mussolini.”<br />
“Chad is very nice… They e-mailed you?”<br />
“First, Tabitha and then Dieter. They apparently felt<br />
I should rush to rescue you. Or rush over here if I<br />
wanted to have any chance whatsoever with you.”<br />
Fiona felt a funny shift in her chest that felt very like<br />
the crumbling of hope. “That was almost six weeks<br />
ago. You didn’t rush here. Or even e-mail.”