Snowbound - Harlequin.com

JANICE KAY JOHNSON
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Troy Chinese checkers. Erin was curled like a cat in an
upholstered chair reading. Only Willow was missing.
“Anybody seen Willow?”
They hardly glanced up.
“Nope.”
“Not in a while.”
“Uh-uh.”
Fiona hesitated, hating to look as if she was following
John, but finally started up the stairs. He was just closing
the door to the linen closet when she reached the top.
“Missing a kid,” she said. “Seen one?”
He shook his head. “Let me know if you need help.”
Fiona glanced in the first bedroom on the girls’
side—beds still unmade, she saw—then knocked on
the door to Erin and Willow’s room. “Willow, you in
there?”
“Yes.” The voice sounded small.
“I’d better feed the fire.” John passed her, his
shoulder brushing hers.
Even that minor, incidental physical contact made
her heart jump. Darn it, he was the sexiest man she’d
ever met, even with a scar and limp. And she must be
feeling a little more vulnerable than usual.
The kids. Think about the kids.
She took a deep breath. “Can I come in?”
“If you want,” Willow agreed.
Fiona pushed open the door. Willow lay on the bed,
curled on her side around a pillow she clutched to her
middle. Fiona sat on the edge of the bed.
“You okay, kiddo?”
Face wan, she nodded. “I have cramps.”