Snowbound. Janice Johnson Kay
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the right pills would cure it.
He cocked a brow at her. “Are you asking if I’m one of them? Maybe. Most soldiers do have some symptoms.”
She flushed. “I’m so sorry if you thought… I really wasn’t asking, even obliquely. You haven’t given me any reason… Oh, dear.”
Great. He’d been a jackass again.
“That’s all right. I…hinted.”
“If you need help you can get it from the Veterans Administration, can’t you?”
“I don’t need it.” The gravel in his voice startled even him. He cleared his throat. “What I need is to…decompress. This is my way of doing that. Be around people in limited doses. Get over being jumpy without a barrage of noise around me all the time.”
She looked doubtful even though he could tell she was still embarrassed. “Is it working?”
Some days he thought so. On others, when he awakened from a nightmare with his heart pounding and a bellow raw in his throat, he wasn’t so sure.
“I feel better than I did when I tried to go back to work at Robotronics.” Which was truth, so far as it went.
“It is peaceful up here.” Shouts from outside drifted up, and her mouth curved. “Or was, until we darkened your door.”
“You’ve been good guests,” he forced himself to say.
“Why, thank you.” She sighed. “I suppose I’d better go check on the kids.”
He stepped aside and let her pass him, a flowery scent lingering for a moment even after she’d disappeared into the hall. Had she brought perfume…? No, he realized; she’d used one of those fragrant bath beads.
John glanced toward the old-fashioned tub, picturing her letting her bra drop to the floor, then slipping off her panties before stepping in. He’d seen her long legs when she changed yesterday in front of the fire. Imagining the rest of her naked body came easily. Had her hair been loose, to float on the water when she sank down into the tub? Or had she bundled it up?
Loose. Definitely loose. Her hair had still been wet when she came down for breakfast.
A groan tore its way from his throat. Damn it, what did he think he was doing? He had a shaky enough hold on reality.
He forced himself to scan the bathroom with a practiced, innkeeper’s eye before following her downstairs.
As predicted, Amy was the one to have come in and was shedding her outerwear in front of the fire. Water pooled on the plank floor around her boots.
“It’s freakin’ cold out there.” She shivered and hugged herself.
“It was nice of you to go even though you didn’t want to, for the sake of everyone else,” Fiona said.
Reaching the foot of the stairs, John paused to hear the girl’s answer to the teacher’s kindly retooling of motives he was pretty damn sure hadn’t been that altruistic.
“Even though I went out to be nice, Troy,” she said the name with loathing, “made this big snowball and smashed it against my face. He’s a…a creep.”
“Well, you did go out to have a snowball fight.”
“But he walked right up and did it! He’s such a jerk. Him and Hopper, too.”
How sad romance was when it died. A grin tugging at his mouth, John crossed the huge great room, opened the heavy front door and went out on the porch.
Snow still floated from the sky, obscuring the landscape. The steps he’d shoveled last night had disappeared again.
There seemed to be a free-for-all going on, snowballs flying, accompanied by shrieks and yells. With the snow still falling, the teenagers were indistinguishable from each other, all blurred in white. They were thigh deep and higher in the white blanket that enveloped the landscape, the shed and the cabins he could usually see from here.
John raised his voice. “Time out!”
The action stopped and heads turned his way.
“When you get cold and decide to come in, everyone go get an armful of wood and bring it. Pile’s just around the side of the lodge.” He jerked his thumb toward the north corner.
“Girls, too?” a voice squeaked.
“Girls, too.”
He went back inside, where Amy was elaborating on what pigs all boys were, while Fiona soothed with common sense. As far as he could see, the girl was a spoiled brat, but what did he know?
Not that much later, the kids did all carry in wood, and all three boys and one of the girls willingly went back for another load.
John nodded his approval as they dumped split lengths in the wrought-iron racks. “That should keep us going for a bit.”
“It’s a really big fireplace,” the girl said. “Have you ever had to cook in it?”
“No. The generator hasn’t failed me yet.”
“God forbid,” Fiona murmured.
He silently seconded her prayer, if that’s what it was. He’d be okay on his own with just the fire. But trying to feed ten of them? No ability to do laundry for who knew how long? He remembered all too well what it felt like to go for days without a chance to do more than sponge your underarms and genitals with lukewarm water, to get so you couldn’t stand your own stink, to have sand in every fold of skin and gritty between your teeth.
Somehow, he didn’t think the spoiled girl would take even three days of sponge baths and half-cooked food stoically.
“I get the first bath,” Amy declared, staring a challenge at the others.
Dieter pulled off his wool hat and shook his head like a wet dog. “We just had baths. Why do you want to take another one?”
“Because I’m cold,” she snapped, and stomped off.
“Why’s she so upset?” Hopper asked in apparently genuine puzzlement.
Nobody leaped to explain. The teacher was too tactful to say, Because she didn’t get her way. The others were either indifferent or perplexed as well.
“Maybe she’s just having a delayed reaction to the fact that yesterday was pretty scary,” Fiona said.
“But we’re okay,” one of the other girls protested.
“Some people are more resilient than others. It’s also possible that getting stranded this way reminds Amy of something that happened to her in the past. We all have different fears.”
John shook his head. Damn, she was good. He wondered if she believed a word she was saying.
“Now,” she said, more briskly, “let’s get everything that’s wet laid out in front of the fire to dry. Neatly,” she added, when one of the boys dumped socks and gloves in a heap. “Then the lunch crew can get started. Ah… who did I assign?”
“You!” they all chorused in glee.
She laughed with them. “Okay, okay! And, uh, Tabitha and Erin, right?”
Erin nodded with composure John suspected was typical, and Tabitha made a moue of displeasure.
“Next question.” Fiona smiled at him. “What’s on the menu?”
“Soup and sandwiches.”
“That we can handle. Right, gang?”
He accompanied them to the kitchen to show them where everything was. Fiona disappeared to the laundry room to move a load to the dryer and start another one while the girls opened cans of cream of mushroom soup and dumped them in pans.
John loitered for a few more