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34 SNOWBOUND
and beneath the collar of his shirt. It looked…not brandnew,
but not as if he’d lived with it for years, either.
Several times she’d seen a spasm of pain on his face,
too, so the injury to his leg obviously still troubled him.
Well, she could hardly ask, and hoped the kids would
be tactful enough not to. Or, more realistically, she
should hope that they were too self-centered to care
about John Fallon’s history.
Fiona brushed her hair with her own brush from her
purse, then gazed at herself in the mirror. What had he
seen when he looked at her? A couple of times she’d
imagined… But that was silly. He probably thought she
was an idiot who hadn’t showed any more sense than
the teenagers would have.
She sighed. Sad as it was to admit, he was right. It
terrified her still to think what might have happened if
Dieter hadn’t spotted those tire tracks. The fact that
they were safe and warm tonight was a miracle.
In the bedroom, she hesitated over what to wear—
or not wear, finally leaving on the pants he’d lent her
and her turtleneck. Just in case she had to get up for
some reason during the night.
The bed felt wonderful, the fluffy duvet heavenly atop
her. Tension drained out of her, and Fiona closed her eyes.
The moment she did, white swirled beneath her lids,
as if the sight had been imprinted on them. She
squeezed her eyes tighter shut and fought to picture
something or someone else.
What she came up with was John Fallon’s face as
they’d stood at the foot of the stairs. Lean, tanned, with
strong cheekbones, dark bristles on jaw and cheeks, a