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“oh.noah,”shefinallysaidsoftly,“it’sbeautiful.”

theysatinsilenceforalongwhile,watchingthebirds.noahpointedoutagroupofchicks,recentlyhatched,followingapackofgeeseneartheshore,strugglingtokeepup.

theairwasfilledwithhonkingandchirpingasnoahmovedthecanoethroughthewater.thebirdsignoredthemforthemostpart.theonlyonesthatseemedbotheredwerethoseforcedtomovewhenthecanoeapproachedthem.alliereachedouttotouchtheclosestonesandfelttheirfeathersrufflingunderherfingers.

noahtookoutthebreadhe’dbroughtinhisbagandhandedittoallie.shescatteredit,favouringthelittleones,laughingandsmilingastheyswamincircleslookingforfood.

theystayeduntilthunderboomedinthedistance—fainthutpowerful—andbothofthemknewitwastimetoleave.

noahpaddledthecanoehacktothemaincreek.shewasstillamazedbywhatshehadseen.

“noah,whataretheydoinghere?”

“idon’tknow.iknowtheswansfromupnorthmigratetolakematamuskeeteverywinter,hutiguesstheycameherethistime.idon’tknowwhy.maybetheearlyblizzardhadsomethingtodowithit.maybetheygotofftrackorsomething.they’llfindtheirwayback,though.they’redrivenbyinstinct,andthisisn’ttheirplace.someofthegeesemaywinterhere,huttheswanswillgobacktomatamuskeet.”

noahpaddledhardasdarkcloudsrolleddirectlyoverhead.soonrainbegantofall,alightsprinkleatfirst,thengraduallyharder.lightning...apause...thenthunderagain.alittleloudernow.maybesixorsevenmilesaway.morerainasnoahbegantopaddleevenharder,hismusclestighteningwitheverystroke.

thickerdropsnow,fallinghard.noahrowing...gettingwet…cursingtohimself...losingtomothernature.

alliewatchedtherainfalldiagonallyfromtheskyasitrodeonwesterlywindsthatwhistledoverthetrees.theskydarkenedalittlemore.sheleanedherheadbackforamomenttoletithitherface.sheranherhandsthroughherhair,feelingitswetness.itfeltwonderful,shefeltwonderful.eventhroughtherainshecouldhearhimbreathinghard,andthesoundarousedhersexuallyinawayshehadn’tfeltinyears.

acloudburstdirectlyabovethemandtherainbegantocomedownharderthanshe’deverseenit.allielookedupwardsandlaughed,givingupanyattemptatkeepingdry,makingnoahfeelbetter.eventhoughshe’dmadethedecisiontocome,hedoubtedthatshe’dexpectedtobecaughtinastormlikethis.

theyreachedthedockacoupleofminuteslater,andnoahmovedincloseenoughforallietostepout.hehelpedherup,thengotouthimselfanddraggedthecanoeupthebank,tyingittothejetty.

ashewastyingthecanoe,helookedupatallieandstoppedbreathingforjustasecond.shewasincrediblybeautifulasshewaited,watchinghim.shedidn’ttrytokeepdryorhideherself,andhecouldseetheoutlineofherbreastsastheypressedthroughthefabricofthedressthatclungtightlytoherbody.hequicklyturnedaway,embarrassed.whenhefinishedandstood,allietookhishandsinhers,surprisinghim.despitethedownpour,theydidn’trushtowardsthehouse,andnoahimaginedwhatitwouldbeliketospendthenightwithher.

alliefeltthewarmthinhishandsandwonderedwhatitwouldbeliketohavethemtouchherbody,lingeringslowlyacrossherskin.justthinkingaboutitmadehertakeadeepbreath.sherealizedthenthatsomethinghadchanged.andalthoughshecouldn’tpinpointtheexacttime—yesterdayafterdinner,orthisafternooninthecanoe,orwhentheysawtheswans,ormaybeevennowastheywalkedholdinghands—sheknewthatshehadfalleninlovewithnoahtaylorcalhounagain,andthatmaybe,justmaybe,shehadneverstopped.

therewasnouneasinessbetweenthemastheyreachedthedoorandwentinside,pausinginthehall,clothesdripping.

‘ithinkicanfindsomethinghereforyousoyoucangetoutofthoseclothes.itmightbealittlebig,butit’swarm.”

“anything,”shesaid.

“i’llbebackinasecond.”

noahslippedoffhisboots,thenranupthestairs,descendingaminutelater.hehadapairofcottontrousersandalong-sleevedshinunderonearmandsomejeanswithablueshirtintheother.

“here,’hesaid,handingherthecottontrousersandshirt.“youcanchangeinthebedroomupstairs.there’sabathroomandtoweluptheretooifyouwanttoshower.”

shethankedhimwithasmileandwentupstairs,feelinghiseyesonherasshewalked.sheenteredthebedroomandclosedthedoor,thensetthetrousersandshirtonhisbedandpeeledeverythingoff.naked,shewenttohisclosetandfoundahanger,putherdress,braandpantiesonit,andthenwenttohangitinthebathroomsoitwouldn’tdriponthehardwoodfloor.shefeltasecretthrillatbeingnakedinthesameroomhesleptin.

shedidn’twanttoshowerafterbeingintherain.shelikedthesoftfeelingonherskin.sheslippedonhisclothesbeforelookingatherselfinthemirror.thetrouserswerebig,buttuckingintheshinhelped,andsherolledupthebottomsjustalittlesotheywouldn’tdrag.theneckwastornalittle,butshelikedthewayitlookedonheranyway.shepulledthesleevesupalmosttotheelbows,wenttothechestofdrawersandslippedonsomesocks,thenwenttothebathroomtofindahairbrush.

shebrushedherwethairjustenoughtogetoutthetangles,lettingitrestonhershoulders.lookinginthemirror,shewishedshehadbroughtaclasporacoupleofhairpins.andalittlemoremascara.hereyesstillhadalittleofwhatshe’dputonearlier,andshetouchedupwithaflannel,doingthebestshecould.

whenshewasfinished,shecheckedherselfinthemirror,feelingprettydespiteeverything,andwentbackdownstairs.

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