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otherher.shelookedatherwatch,actingnow.

“isitreallyalmosttwelve?”

themanagerlookedattheclock.“yes,aquarterto.”

“unfortunately,”shestarted,“he’sincourtrightnowandican’treachhim.ifhedoescallagain,couldyoutellhimi’mshoppingandthati’lltrytocallhimlater?”

“ofcourse,”heanswered.shecouldseethequestioninhiseyes,though:butwherewereyoulastnight?hehadknownexactlywhenshe’dcomein.toolateforasinglewomaninthissmalltown.

“thankyou.”shesaid,smiling.“i’dappreciateit.”

twominuteslatershewasinhercar,drivingtonoah’s,anticipatingtheday,largelyunconcernedaboutthephonecalls.yesterdayshewouldhavebeen,andshewonderedwhatthatmeant.

asshewasdrivingoverthedrawbridgelessthanfourminutesaftershe’dlefttheinn,loncalledfromthecourthouse.

17

noahwassittinginhisrocker,drinkingsweettea,listeningforthecar,whenhefinallyhearditturnupthedrive.hewentaroundtothefrontandwatchedthecarpullupandparkbeneaththeoaktreeagain.samespotasyesterday.clemharkedagreetingathercardoor,tailwagging,andnoahsawalliewavefrominsidethecar.

shesteppedout,pattedclemonthehead,thenturned,smiling. itwasdifferenttoday,though.newerfeelingsnow,notsimplymemoriesanymore.ifanything,hisattractionforherhadgrownstrongerovernight,anditmadehimfeelalittlenervousinherpresence.

alliemethimhalfway,carryingasmallbag.shesurprisedhimbykissinghimgentlyonthecheek,herfreehandlingeringathiswaistaftershepulledback.

“hi,”shesaid,radianceinhereyes,“where’sthesurprise?”herelaxedalittle,thankinggodforthat.“notevena‘goodafternoon’or‘howwasyournight?’”

shesmiled.patiencehadneverbeenoneofherstrongestattributes.

“fine.goodafternoon.howwasyournight?andwhere’sthesurprise?”

hechuckledlightly,thenpaused.“allie,i’vegotsomebadnews.iwasgoingtotakeyousomeplace,butwiththosecloudscomingini’mnotsureweshouldgo.”

“itsnotrainingyethowfarisit?”

“upthecreekaboutamile.”

“andi’veneverbeentherebefore?”

“notwhenitwaslikethis.”

shethoughtforasecondwhileshelookedaround.whenshespoke,hervoicewasdetermined.“thenwe’llgo.idon’tcareifitrains.”

“areyousure?”

“absolutely.”

helookedatthecloudsagain,notingtheirapproach.“thenwe’dbettergonow,”hesaid.“canibringthatinforyou?’

shenodded,handingherbagtohim,andhejoggedtothehouseandtookitinside,placingitonachairinthelivingroom.thenhegrabbedsomebreadandputitinabag,bringingitwithhimasheleftthehouse.

theywalkedtothecanoe,alliebesidehim.alittlecloserthanyesterday.

“whatexactlyisthisplace?”

“you’llsee.”

“you’renotevengoingtogivemeahint?”

“well,”hesaid,“doyourememberwhenwetookthecanoeoutandwatchedthesuncomeup?”

“ithoughtaboutitthismorning.irememberitmademecry?’

“whatyou’regoingtosectodaymakeswhatyousawthenseemordinary?

“iguessishouldfeelspecial.”

hetookafewstepsbeforeresponding.“youarespecial,”hefinallysaid,andthewayhesaiditmadeherwonderifhewantedtoaddsomethingelse.buthedidn’t,andalliesmiledalittlebeforeglancingaway.asshedid,shefeltthewindinherfaceandnoticedithadpickedupsincethemorning.

theyreachedthejettyand,aftertossingthebaginthecanoe,noahquicklycheckedtomakesurehehadn’tmissedanything,thenslidthecanoetothewater.

canidoanything?”

“no,justgetin.”

aftersheclimbedin,hepushedthecanoefurtherintothewater.thenhegracefullysteppedoffthejettyintothecanoe,placinghisfeetcarefullytopreventitfromcapsizing.alliewasimpressedbyhisagility,knowingthatwhathehaddonesoquicklyandeasilywasharderthanitlooked.

shesatatthefrontofthecanoe,facingbackwards.noahhadsaidsomethingaboutmissingtheviewwhenhestartedtopaddle,butshe’dshakenherhead,sayingshewasfinethewayshewas.

anditwastrue.shecouldseeeverythingshereallywantedtoseeifsheturnedherhead,butmostofallshewantedtowatchnoah.itwashimshe’dcometosee,notthecreek.hisshirtwasunbuttonedatthetop,andshecouldseehischestmusclesflexwitheverystroke.hissleeveswererolleduptoo,andshecouldseethewell-developedmusclesinhisarms.

artistic,shethought.there’ssomethingalmostartisticabouthim.somethingnatural,asifbeingonthewaterwerebeyondhiscontrol,partofagenepassedontohimfromsomeobscurehereditarypool.

shecouldn’tthinkofanyoneelsewhoremotelyresembledhim.hewascomplicated,almostcontradictoryinsomanyways,yetsimple,astrangelyeroticcombination.onthesurfacehewasacountryboy,homefromwar,andheprobablysawhimselfinthoseterms.yettherewassomuchmoretohim.perhapsitwasthepoetrythatmadehimdifferent,orperhapsitwasthevalueshisfatherhadinstilledinhim,growingup.eitherway,heseemedtosavourlifemorefullythanothersappearedto,andthatwaswhathadfirstattractedhertohim.

“whatarcyouthinking?”

shefeltherinsidesjumpjustahitasnoah’svoicebroughtherbacktothepresent.sherealizedshehadn’tsaidmuchsincethey’dstarted,andsheappreciatedthesilencehehadallowedher.he’dalwaysbeenconsideratelikethat.

“goodthings,”sheansweredquietly,andshesawinhiseyesthatheknewshewasthinkingabouthim.shelikedthefactthatheknewit,andshehopedhehadbeenthinkingabou

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