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62 SNOWBOUND
She laughed with them. “Okay, okay! And, uh,
Tabitha and Erin, right?”
Erin nodded with composure John suspected was
typical, and Tabitha made a moue of displeasure.
“Next question.” Fiona smiled at him. “What’s on the
menu?”
“Soup and sandwiches.”
“That we can handle. Right, gang?”
He accompanied them to the kitchen to show them
where everything was. Fiona disappeared to the laundry
room to move a load to the dryer and start another one
while the girls opened cans of cream of mushroom soup
and dumped them in pans.
John loitered for a few more minutes, waiting for
Fiona to come back. Despite his earlier discomfiture at
imagining her naked, he couldn’t resist watching Fiona
competently slice cheddar cheese and slather margarine
on bread to make the grilled cheese sandwiches
she’d decided on. He doubted she or the girls were even
conscious of his presence. This past year, he’d discovered
he had a gift for invisibility.
Damn it, he could have spent most of the morning
hiding out in his quarters, reading in front of the woodstove.
But Fiona MacPherson intrigued him.
What he couldn’t decide was whether it really was
her in particular, or whether he’d been quietly healing
without realizing it and she just happened to be the first
attractive woman to come his way in a while.
Not true, he reminded himself; two weekends ago,
a quartet of women in their twenties had spent two
nights at the lodge. Apparently they’d been getting