Snowbound - Harlequin.com

JANICE KAY JOHNSON
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The prep school where Fiona taught did regularly
send graduates to colleges like Stanford, Columbia and
Yale. Still…
“Does he know how unhappy you are?”
She shook her head. “I don’t want to make him sad
again. He thinks I love it here.”
Fiona wasn’t sure what to say. Willow, her brother
and dad were probably all pretending to be happier
after the move, none of them willing to acknowledge
anything was wrong with their new life. And, given her
grief, Willow might not do any better making friends at
the public high school.
With new determination, Fiona decided that she was
going to do her darndest to see to it that Willow did
make friends at Willamette Prep. A boyfriend would
follow. Minus the braces, she’d be a pretty girl if she
came out from behind the hair she hid behind and
smiled more often.
“Cramps letting up?” she asked.
“Yeah,” the fifteen-year-old said tentatively. Then,
“Yeah. I feel better.”
“Good. You want to come downstairs?”
“Um…I guess.” She released her death grip on the
pillow and rolled off the bed onto her feet. “I don’t
think Amy likes Hopper anymore.”
Fiona laughed. “I noticed. She’s not so crazy about
Troy, either.”
Willow wrinkled her nose. “He was kind of mean to
her. You know. Outside.”
“She should have dumped snow down his neck.”
Willow giggled, then pulled her lips over her braces.