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JANICE KAY JOHNSON
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would be to step forward, wrap a hand around the back
of her head and kiss her.
Something on his face may have given away the
tenor of his thoughts, because her color rose and she
groped backward with one foot for the next step.
“I don’t know what I’m just standing here for. Tiredness,
I guess. Um, good night.”
He dipped his head. “Good night.”
John stayed at the foot of the stairs watching until she
disappeared above with the basket of toiletries. He
should have offered her a nightgown; he had a few of
those in the lost and found, too. All were sturdy flannel.
He didn’t know if any newlyweds had ever honeymooned
at Thunder Mountain Lodge, but if so the
brides had remembered to take home their lacy negligees.
John frowned, trying to remember whether the kids
had called her Miss. Or was it Ms.? Young as she
looked, she could be married. No, he decided; if she
was, she would have called her husband tonight, not the
principal. And she’d asked him to phone parents. She
hadn’t said anything about him calling a husband.
Heading back to the kitchen, he was irritated to
realize that he felt relieved.
FIONA HAD NEVER been more grateful to be able to brush
her teeth. As she did so, she thought about their host.
He’d been remarkably kind so far, but he’d looked so
grim all the while!
She wondered what had happened to give him the
limp and the scar that ran from his jaw down his neck