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THEY　SAT　in　the　middle　of　a　small　lake　fed　by　the　waters　of　Brices　Creek。　It　wasn’t　large；　maybe　a　hundred　yards　across；　and　she　was　surprised　at　how　invisible　it　had　been　just　moments　before。

It　was　spectacular。　Tundra　swan　and　Canada　geese　literally　surrounded　them。　Thousands　of　them。　Birds　floating　so　close　together　in　some　places　that　she　couldn’t　see　the　water。　From　a　distance；　the　groups　of　swans　looked　almost　like　icebergs。

“Oh。　Noah；”　she　finally　said　softly；　“it’s　beautiful。”

They　sat　in　silence　for　a　long　while；　watching　the　birds。　Noah　pointed　out　a　group　of　chicks；　recently　hatched；　following　a　pack　of　geese　near　the　shore；　struggling　to　keep　up。

The　air　was　filled　with　honking　and　chirping　as　Noah　moved　the　canoe　through　the　water。　The　birds　ignored　them　for　the　most　part。　The　only　ones　that　seemed　bothered　were　those　forced　to　move　when　the　canoe　approached　them。　Allie　reached　out　to　touch　the　closest　ones　and　felt　their　feathers　ruffling　under　her　fingers。

Noah　took　out　the　bread　he’d　brought　in　his　bag　and　handed　it　to　Allie。　She　scattered　it；　favouring　the　little　ones；　laughing　and　smiling　as　they　swam　in　circles　looking　for　food。

They　stayed　until　thunder　boomed　in　the　distance—faint　hut　powerful—and　both　of　them　knew　it　was　time　to　leave。

Noah　paddled　the　canoe　hack　to　the　main　creek。　She　was　still　amazed　by　what　she　had　seen。

“Noah；　what　are　they　doing　here？”

“I　don’t　know。　I　know　the　swans　from　up　north　migrate　to　Lake　Matamuskeet　every　winter；　hut　I　guess　they　came　here　this　time。　I　don’t　know　why。　Maybe　the　early　blizzard　had　something　to　do　with　it。　Maybe　they　got　off　track　or　something。　They’ll　find　their　way　back；　though。　They’re　driven　by　instinct；　and　this　isn’t　their　place。　Some　of　the　geese　may　winter　here；　hut　the　swans　will　go　back　to　Matamuskeet。”

Noah　paddled　hard　as　dark　clouds　rolled　directly　overhead。　Soon　rain　began　to　fall；　a　light　sprinkle　at　first；　then　gradually　harder。　Lightning　。　。　。　a　pause　。　。　。　then　thunder　again。　A　little　louder　now。　Maybe　six　or　seven　miles　away。　More　rain　as　Noah　began　to　paddle　even　harder；　his　muscles　tightening　with　every　stroke。

Thicker　drops　now；　falling　hard。　Noah　rowing。。。　getting　wet…　cursing　to　himself　。。。　losing　to　Mother　Nature。

Allie　watched　the　rain　fall　diagonally　from　the　sky　as　it　rode　on　westerly　winds　that　whistled　over　the　trees。　The　sky　darkened　a　little　more。　She　leaned　her　head　back　for　a　moment　to　let　it　hit　her　face。　She　ran　her　hands　through　her　hair；　feeling　its　wetness。　It　felt　wonderful；　she　felt　wonderful。　Even　through　the　rain　she　could　hear　him　breathing　hard；　and　the　sound　aroused　her　sexually　in　a　way　she　hadn’t　felt　in　years。

A　cloud　burst　directly　above　them　and　the　rain　began　to　e　down　harder　than　she’d　ever　seen　it。　Allie　looked　upwards　and　laughed；　giving　up　any　attempt　at　keeping　dry；　making　Noah　feel　better。　Even　though　she’d　made　the　decision　to　e；　he　doubted　that　she’d　expected　to　be　caught　in　a　storm　like　this。

　They　reached　the　dock　a　couple　of　minutes　later；　and　Noah　moved　in　close　enough　for　Allie　to　step　out。　He　helped　her　up；　then　got　out　himself　and　dragged　the　canoe　up　the　bank；　tying　it　to　the　jetty。

As　he　was　tying　the　canoe；　he　looked　up　at　Allie　and　stopped　breathing　for　just　a　second。　She　was　incredibly　beautiful　as　she　waited；　watching　him。　She　didn’t　try　to　keep　dry　or　hide　herself；　and　he　could　see　the　outline　of　her　breasts　as　they　pressed　through　the　fabric　of　the　dress　that　clung　tightly　to　her　body。　He　quickly　turned　away；　embarrassed。　When　he　finished　and　stood；　Allie　took　his　hands　in　hers；　surprising　him。　Despite　the　downpour；　they　didn’t　rush　towards　the　house；　and　Noah　imagined　what　it　would　be　like　to　spend　the　night　with　her。

Allie　felt　the　warmth　in　his　hands　and　wondered　what　it　would　be　like　to　have　them　touch　her　body；　lingering　slowly　across　her　skin。　Just　thinking　about　it　made　her　take　a　deep　breath。　She　realized　then　that　something　had　changed。　And　although　she　couldn’t　pinpoint　the　exact　time—yesterday　after　dinner；　or　this　afternoon　in　the　canoe；　or　when　they　saw　the　swans；　or　maybe　even　now　as　they　walked　holding　hands—she　knew　that　she　had　fallen　in　love　with　Noah　Taylor　Calhoun　again；　and　that　maybe；　just　maybe；　she　had　never　stopped。

THERE　WAS　no　uneasiness　between　them　as　they　reached　the　door　and　went　inside；　pausing　in　the　hall；　clothes　dripping。

‘I　think　I　can　find　something　here　for　you　so　you　can　get　out　of　those　clothes。　It　might　be　a　little　big；　but　it’s　warm。”

“Anything；”　she　said。

“I’ll　be　back　in　a　second。”

Noah　slipped　off　his　boots；　then　ran　up　the　stairs；　descending　a　minute　later。　He　had　a　pair　of　cotton　trousers　and　a　long…sleeved　shin　under　one　arm　and　some　jeans　with　a　blue　shirt　in　the　other。

“Here；’　he　said；　handing　her　the　cotton　trousers　and　shirt。　“You　can　change　in　the　bedroom　upstairs。　There’s　a　bathroom　and　towel　up　there　too　if　you　want　to　shower。”

She　thanked　him　with　a　smile　and　went　upstairs；　feeling　his　eyes　on　her　as　she　walked。　She　entered　the　bedroom　and　closed　the　door；　then　set　the　trousers　and　shirt　on　his　bed　and　peeled　everything　off。　Naked；　she　went　to　his　closet　and　found　a　hanger；　put　her　dress；　bra　and　panties　on　it；　and　then　went　to　hang　it　in　the　bathroom　so　it　wouldn’t　drip　on　the　hardwood　floor。　She　felt　a　secret　thrill　at　being　naked　in　the　same　room　he　slept　in。

She　didn’t　want　to　shower　after　being　in　the　rain。　She　liked　the　soft　feeling　on　her　skin。　She　slipped　on　his　clothes　before　looking　at　herself　in　the　mirror。　The　trousers　were　big；　but　tucking　in　the　shin　helped；　and　she　rolled　up　the　bottoms　just　a　little　so　they　wouldn’t　drag。　The　neck　was　torn　a　little；　but　she　liked　the　way　it　looked　on　her　anyway。　She　pulled　the　sleeves　up　almost　to　the　elbows；　went　to　the　chest　of　drawers　and　slipped　on　some　socks；　then　went　to　the　bathroom　to　find　a　hairbrush。

She　brushed　her　wet　hair　just　enough　to　get　out　the　tangles；　letting　it　rest　on　her　shoulders。　Looking　in　the　mirror；　she　wished　she　had　brought　a　clasp　or　a　couple　of　hairpins。　And　a　little　more　mascara。　Her　eyes　still　had　a　little　of　what　she’d　put　on　earlier；　and　she　touched　up　with　a　flannel；　doing　the　best　she　could。

When　she　was　finished；　she　checked　herself　in　the　mirror；　feeling　pretty　despite　everything；　and　went　back　downstairs。

Noah　was　in　the　living　room　squatting　before　a　fire；　doing　his　best　to　coax　it　to　life。　He　didn’t　see　her　e　in；　and　she　watched　him　as　he　worked。　He　had　changed　his　clothes　as　well　and　looked　good：　his　shoulders　broad；　wet　hair　hanging　just　over　his　collar。

He　poked　the　fire；　moving　the　logs；　and　added　some　more　kindling。　Allie　leaned　against　the　doorjamb；　one　leg　crossed　over　the　other；　and　continued　to　watch　him。　In　a　few　minutes　the　fire　had　turned　to　flames；　even　and　steady。　He　turned　to　the　side　to　straighten　the　remaining　unused　logs　and　caught　a　glimpse　of　her　out　of　the　corner　of　his　eye。　He　looked　up　quickly。

Even　in　his　clothes　she　looked　beautiful。　After　a　moment　he　shyly　went　back　to　stacking　the　logs。

“I　didn’t　hear　you　e　in。”　he　said；　trying　to　sound　casual。　“How　long　have　you　been　standing　there？”

“A　couple　of　minutes。”

Noah　brushed　his　hands　on　his　jeans；　then　pointed　to　the　kitchen。　“Can　I　get　you　some　tea？　I　started　the　water　while　you　were　upstairs。”　Small　talk；　anything　to　keep　his　mind　clear。　But　damn；　the　way　she　looked。。。

She　thought　for　a　second。　Do　you　have　anything　stronger；　or　is　it　too　early　to　drink？”

He　smiled。　“I　have　some　bourbon　in　the　pantry。　Is　that　okay？”

“That　sounds　great。”

　He　started　towards　the　kitchen；　and　Allie　watched　him　run　his　hand　through　his　wet　hair　as　he　disappeared。

Thunder　boomed　loudly　and　another　downpour　started。　Allie　could　hear　the　roaring　of　the　rain　on　the　roof；　could　hear　the　snapping　of　lop　as　the　flickering　flames　lit　the　room。　She　took　a　quilt　from　the　sofa　and　sat　on　the　rug　in　front　of　the　fire。　Crossing　her　legs；　she　adjusted　the　quilt　until　she　was　fortable　and　watched　the　dancing　flames。　Noah　came　back；　saw　what　she　had　done；　and　went　to　sit　beside　her。　He　put　down　two　glasses　and　poured　some　bourbon　into　each　of　them。　Outside；　the　sky　grew　darker。　Thunder　again。　Loud。　The　storm　in　full　fury；　winds　whipping　the　rain　in　circles。

“It’s　quite　a　storm；”　Noah　said　as　he　watched　the　drops　flow　in　vertical　streams　on　the　windows。　He　and　Allie　were　close　now；　though　not　touching；　and　Noah　watched　her　chest　rise　slightly　with　every　breath；　imagining　the　feel　of　her　body　once　again　before　fighting　back　the　thought

“I　like　it；”　she　said；　taking　a　sip。　“I’ve　always　liked　thunderstorms。　Even　as　a　young　girl。”

“Why？”　Saying　anything；　keeping　his　balance。

“I　don’t　know。　They　just　always　seemed　romantic　to　me。”

She　ent；　and　Noah　watched　the　fire　flicker　in　her　emerald　eyes。　Then　she　said；　“Do　you　remember　sitting　together　and　watching　the　storm　a　few　nights　before　I　left？”

“Of　course。”

“I　used　to　think　about　it　all　the　time　after　I　went　Home。　I　always　thought　about　how　you　looked　that　night。　It　was　the　way　I　remembered　you。”

“Have　I　changed　much？”

She　took　another　sip　of　bourbon；　feeling　it　warm　her。　She　touched　his　hand　as　she　answered。

“Not　really。　Not　in　the　things　that　I　remember。　You’re　older；　of　course；　with　more　life　behind　you；　but　you’ve　still　got　the　same　gleam　in　your　eye。　You　still　read　poetry　and　float　on　rivers。　And　you’ve　still　got　a　gentleness　that　not　even　the　war　could　take　away。”

He　thought　about　what　she’d　said　and　felt　her　hand　lingering　on　his；　her　thumb　tracing　slow　circles。

“Allie；　you　asked　me　earlier　what　I　remembered　most　about　the　summer。　What　do　you　remember？”

It　was　a　while　before　she　answered。　〃I　remember　making　love。　That's　what　I　remember　most。　You　were　my　first；　and　it　was　more　wonderful　than　I　ever　thought　it　would　be。〃

Noah　took　a　drink　of　bourbon；　remembering；　bringing　back　the　old　feelings。

She　went　on。　〃I　remember　being　so　afraid　beforehand　that　I　was　trembling；　but　at　the　same　time　being　so　excited。　I'm　glad　you　were　the　first。　I'm　glad　we　were　able　to　share　that。〃

〃Me　too。〃

〃Were　you　as　afraid　as　I　was？〃

Noah　nodded　without　speaking；　and　she　smiled　at　his　honesty。

She　squeezed　his　hand；　let　go；　and　moved　closer。　She　put　her　hand　through　his　arm；　cradling　it；　and　rested　her　head　on　his　shoulder。　He　could　smell　her；　soft　like　the　rain；　ber　walking　Home　after　the　festival？　I　asked　you　if　you　wanted　to　see　me　again。　You　just　nodded　your　head　and　didn't　say　a　word。　It　wasn’t　too　convincing。〃

〃I'd　never　met　anyone　like　you。　I　didn't　know　what　to　say。〃

〃I　know。　You　could　never　hide　anything。　Your　eyes　always　gave　you　away。　You　had　the　most　wonderful　eyes　I'd　ever　seen。〃　She　lifted　her　head　from　his　shoulder　and　looked　directly　at　him。　When　she　spoke；　her　voice　was　barely　above　a　whisper。　〃I　think　I　loved　you　more　that　summer　than　I　ever　loved　anyone。〃

Lightning　flashed　again。　In　the　quiet　moments　before　the　thunder；　their　eyes　met　as　they　tried　to　undo　fourteen　years。　When　the　thunder　finally　sounded；　Noah　sighed　and　turned　from　her；　towards　the　windows。

〃I　wish　you　could　have　read　the　letters　I　wrote　you；〃　h