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44 SNOWBOUND ing a smile. “Amy being the one constantly fiddling with her hair.” “I swear, I’m going to make her put it in a ponytail before the next competition.” Fiona finished her toast and considered the muffins. “Applesauce or blueberry.” “You made them yourself?” “Yes.” How like him. A succinct answer, no desire to expand the way most people would, admitting that they’d always liked to cook or hadn’t liked to cook but found they were good at it, no, The recipe is my mother’s. So, how to learn something about him? Are you married? seemed too bald. “Do you have kids?” she asked. “No.” Argh. “Me, either,” she said. “Someday.” He nodded, although whether concurring or simply acknowledging what she’d said, Fiona couldn’t guess. “Do you usually have guests year-round?” “Generally just weekends in the winter.” “Don’t you get lonely?” Again she thought she saw amusement, as much in a momentary narrowing of his eyes as on his mouth. Did he know perfectly well what she was getting at? “No.” After a moment, he added, “I prefer the solitude.” Fiona hid her face behind the mug and took a sip of coffee. “Then I’m doubly sorry,” she said, setting it down, “that we’ve had to impose ourselves on you.” She tilted her head. “I hear some of the kids coming right now.”
JANICE KAY JOHNSON 45 He rose, lines appearing between his brows. “I shouldn’t have said that.” She looked at him. “Is it the truth?” Very stiffly, he said, “I served in Iraq. When I got back…” Behind him, Dieter and Troy wrestled to determine who would get through the doorway first. “Food,” Dieter moaned. “Let me at the food.” When she looked again at John Fallon, it was to see that he had once again wiped his face clean of expression. Whatever he’d been going to say—and, from what she’d read about the problems of returning veterans, she could guess—would remain unspoken unless she wrenched it out of him. Darn it, did the boys have to show up, just when the conversation was getting interesting?
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JANICE KAY JOHNSON<br />
45<br />
He rose, lines appearing between his brows. “I<br />
shouldn’t have said that.”<br />
She looked at him. “Is it the truth?”<br />
Very stiffly, he said, “I served in Iraq. When I got<br />
back…”<br />
Behind him, Dieter and Troy wrestled to determine<br />
who would get through the doorway first. “Food,”<br />
Dieter moaned. “Let me at the food.”<br />
When she looked again at John Fallon, it was to see<br />
that he had once again wiped his face clean of expression.<br />
Whatever he’d been going to say—and, from what<br />
she’d read about the problems of returning veterans, she<br />
could guess—would remain unspoken unless she<br />
wrenched it out of him.<br />
Darn it, did the boys have to show up, just when the<br />
conversation was getting interesting?
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