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42 SNOWBOUND
didn’t remember, for example, ever seeing her with a
boy.
“Does the dream worry you?” she asked carefully,
as they entered the kitchen.
“No.” Her voice was very soft. “Except I’m scared
of heights. So it seems weird.”
Yes. It did.
“You okay rooming with Willow?”
“Sure. Are these the clothes we can borrow?” Far and
away the most petite of the girls, she lifted garments
until she found a turtleneck that was clearly a woman’s.
More from the lost and found, Fiona surmised.
Unless it belonged to John Fallon’s currently
absent wife.
“Come and get some breakfast after you’ve had
your bath.”
Erin nodded and left Fiona alone in the kitchen. She
sliced bread and popped two pieces in the toaster, then
gazed at the small paned window beyond which she saw
nothing but floating white flakes.
“Can I get you some eggs?”
Fiona jumped, turning. “You should clear your throat
when you come into a room.”
He lifted his brows. “Like a butler? Ahem, ma’am?”
She laughed at him. “Exactly.”
“I feel like a butler some of the time. Invisible.” He
looked surprised at his own admission.
“You own the lodge,” Fiona protested.
“But guests feel as if they’re paying for me to wait
on them. Which puts me in the servant class.”
“Really? Do they talk as if you aren’t there?”