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JANICE KAY JOHNSON
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half done with one, even though his hands looked too
large to be so deft.
“If you’re here for long, we’ll put the kids to work
on laundry, too.”
Her embarrassment was fading, thank goodness. She
chuckled. “The beauty of unpaid guests.”
“Maybe I should lower my rates in exchange for labor.”
“You could make the whole stay do-it-yourself,”
Fiona suggested. “Kitchen privileges, bathroom privileges,
but leave ’em clean.”
“You can’t imagine how appealing that is.” His tone
was heartfelt, less guarded than usual.
“Oh, I don’t know. After a few days of cleaning up
after them—” she nodded toward the kitchen “—I’m
sure I’ll be in complete sympathy.”
“They’re done in the kitchen.”
A non sequitur? Or not?
She braced herself. “Is it clean?”
“I’ve seen worse.”
“But you’ve seen better.”
He shrugged. “They’re kids.”
She should have continued supervising. “I’ll finish up.”
“I already did.”
She winced. “I wish you wouldn’t do that.”
He raised his brows. “Do what?”
She forgot she held a towel in her hands. “Work
nonstop. I feel guilty.”
“You’ve worked nonstop today, too,” he pointed out.
“But they’re my job. My responsibility.”
“And the lodge is mine.” While folding the last towel,
he made it sound inarguable.