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64 SNOWBOUND
although neither of the girls seemed to hear. When
Fiona saw him leaning against the wall, she smiled. As
if glad he was still here.
There, he thought in shock, might be his answer.
She saw him. Really saw him. Not as a Heathcliff she
was bent on seducing as part of a weekend’s adventure,
but as if she were interested in him as a person. As if
she might even like him.
In fact, she was the only person outside family and
old friends who’d ever bothered to wonder if he suffered
from PTSD—and he could tell she had been curious,
even if she hadn’t meant to ask. He’d only admitted to
having served in Iraq to a couple of other veterans who’d
stayed at the lodge over the past year. They had recognized
each other. If others had speculated after seeing
his scar, they’d kept the speculation to themselves.
What he didn’t know was whether Fiona MacPherson
looked at everyone the way she did at him. Why that
mattered, he didn’t know. In a few days, she’d be gone.
But he still wanted to know.