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CHAPTER FOUR
FIONA COULDN’T BELIEVE John Fallon had thought she
would come right out and ask if he suffered from
post-traumatic stress disorder. She didn’t know him
anywhere near well enough to be that personal. The embarrassing
part was that she had wondered, and he could
probably tell.
In the privacy of the laundry room—where she was
shifting loads again perhaps an hour later—she groaned
aloud. He must think she had no better manners than
Amy! She couldn’t even blame him.
Should she apologize once more? Or would it make
things worse if she brought the subject up again?
Definitely worse, she decided.
Folding towels in the same style he did, lengthwise in
thirds, she couldn’t help thinking about what he’d said. He
needed to decompress, which must mean he was having
trouble with… She didn’t know. People, noise, nightmares?
Of course, there was his limp, too. She’d seen how
much his leg hurt him on occasion. He’d go utterly still,
his jaw muscles locking, and a sheen of sweat would
break out on his face. Was he continuing to do physical
therapy, or had he recovered as much as he was going to?