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28 SNOWBOUND
He thought of himself as a decent man. Decent
enough to do the right thing when he had to.
“I usually have guests. You’re not putting me out.”
What was a little white lie?
“We’re just surprise guests.”
And nonpaying ones, he presumed.
Again, she seemed to read his mind.
“I’ll make sure you’re reimbursed, at least for the
food. I teach at a private school.” She nodded toward
the voices drifting from the other bedrooms. “Most of
their parents are pretty well-to-do.”
He only nodded. “That would be appreciated.”
Again her teeth closed briefly on her lower lip. “I
hate to ask, but… We ate at four o’clock. I suspect the
boys especially are starved.”
John had once been skinny like the one kid. He
seemed to remember eating from morning to night and
never feeling full.
“Sandwiches?”
“Sandwiches would be great.” She treated him to
another smile, this time relieved.
They met at the foot of the bed and had one of those
awkward moments where they both hesitated, started
forward, shuffled, until he finally waved toward the
door. “After you.”
It seemed to him that her cheeks were a little bit
pink. Did she feel some of the pull that had him halfaroused
and uncomfortable?
He couldn’t imagine. With his scarred face and
obvious limp, he was more likely to be an object of pity
than lust. His throat momentarily tightened. Had that