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38 SNOWBOUND
She’d barely reached the first floor when John Fallon
materialized in front of her.
“Oh! You scared me. I didn’t see you.”
“I was adding wood to the fire.”
Their host was even better looking in the light of day.
He’d shaved and wore a heavy, cream-colored, Irish
knit sweater over jeans. His dark hair, brushed back
from his face, was just long enough to curl over the
collar of the sweater.
“Thank you for washing our clothes.”
He nodded. “I set some more out in the kitchen, if
you want to borrow something. Once everyone’s up, I’ll
run another load.”
“Are we leaving you anything to wear?”
“Enough.”
Was he always so closemouthed, or was it just Fiona
who brought it out in him? Weren’t innkeepers supposed
to brim with bonhomie?
“Um…I think I’ll go pick something out.” She
started toward the kitchen.
He followed. “Breakfast?”
“I’m going to take a bath first, before the kids use up
all the hot water.”
“The lodge has several water heaters. It’s not good
for business to make guests take cold baths.”
“No, I suppose not. I should warn you, though, that
unless they’re reined in, my group may challenge
your capacity. Have you ever had a lodgeful of teenagers
before?”
He seemed to shake himself. Or had he shuddered?
“Yes.”