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She　sat　at　the　desk　and　started　working：　nothing　specific；　just　getting　the　feel　of　it　again；　letting　shapes　and　colours　flow　from　the　memory　of　her　youth。　After　a　few　minutes；　she　did　a　rough　sketch　of　the　street　scene　as　seen　from　her　room；　amazed　at　how　easily　it　came。　It　was　almost　as　if　she’d　never　stopped。

She　examined　it　when　she　was　finished；　pleased　with　the　effort。　She　wondered　what　to　try　next　and　finally　decided。　Since　she　didn’t　have　a　model；　she　visualized　it　in　her　head　before　starting。　And　though　it　was　harder　than　the　street　scene；　it　began　to　take　form。

Minutes　passed　quickly。　She　worked　steadily；　checking　the　time　frequently　so　she　wouldn’t　be　late；　and　finished　it　a　little　before　noon。　It　had　taken　almost　two　hours；　but　the　end　result　surprised　her。　It　looked　as　though　it　had　taken　a　great　deal　longer。　After　rolling　it　up；　she　put　it　in　a　bag　and　collected　the　rest　of　her　things。　On　her　way　out　of　the　door；　she　looked　at　herself　in　the　mirror；　feeling　oddly　relaxed；　not　exactly　sure　why。

Down　the　stairs　again　and　out　of　the　door。　As　she　left　she　heard　a　voice　behind　her。　“Miss？”

She　turned。　The　manager。　The　same　man　as　yesterday；　a　curious　look　on　his　face。

“Yes？”

“You　had　some　calls　last　night。”

She　was　shocked。　“I　did？”

“Yes。　All　from　a　Mr。　Hammond。”

Oh；　God。　“Lon　called？”

“Yes；　ma’am；　four　times。　He　was　concerned　about　you。　He　said　he　was　your　fiancé。”

She　smiled　weakly；　trying　to　hide　what　she　was　thinking。　Four　times？　Four？　What　could　that　mean？　What　if　something　had　happened　back　Home？　“Did　he　say　anything？　Is　it　an　emergency？”

He　shook　his　head　quickly。　“He　really　didn’t　say；　miss。　Actually；　he　sounded　more　concerned　about　you。”

Good；　she　thought。　That’s　good。　And　then；　just　as　suddenly；　a　pang　in　her　chest。　Why　so　many　calls？　Had　she　said　anything　yesterday？　Why　would　he　be　so　persistent？　It　was　pletely　unlike　him。　Was　there　any　way　he　could　have　found　out？　No；　that　was　impossible。　Unless　someone　saw　her　here　yesterday　and　called…　But　they　would　have　had　to　follow　her　out　to　Noah’s。　No　one　would　have　done　that。

She　had　to　call　him　now：　no　way　to　get　around　it。　But　she　didn’t　want　to。　This　was　her　time；　and　she　wanted　to　spend　it　doing　what　she　wanted。　She　hadn’t　planned　on　speaking　to　him　until　later；　and　she　felt　almost　as　if　talking　to　him　now　would　spoil　the　day。　Besides；　what　was　she　going　to　say？　How　could　she　explain　being　out　so　late？　A　late　dinner　and　then　a　walk？　Maybe。　Or　a　movie？　Or。

“Miss？”

Almost　noon；　she　thought。　Where　would　he　be？　His　office；　probably　。　。　。　no。　In　court；　she　suddenly　realized；　and　immediately　felt　as　if　she’d　been　released　from　shackles。　There　was　no　way　she　could　talk　to　him；　even　if　she　wanted　to。　She　was　surprised　by　her　feelings。　She　shouldn’t　feel　this　way；　she　knew；　and　yet　it　didn’t　bother　her。　She　looked　at　her　watch；　acting　now。

“Is　it　really　almost　twelve？”

The　manager　looked　at　the　clock。　“Yes；　a　quarter　to。”

“Unfortunately；”　she　started；　“he’s　in　court　right　now　and　I　can’t　reach　him。　If　he　does　call　again；　could　you　tell　him　I’m　shopping　and　that　I’ll　try　to　call　him　later？”

“Of　course；”　he　answered。　She　could　see　the　question　in　his　eyes；　though：　But　where　were　you　last　night？　He　had　known　exactly　when　she’d　e　in。　Too　late　for　a　single　woman　in　this　small　town。

“Thank　you。”　she　said；　smiling。　“I’d　appreciate　it。”

Two　minutes　later　she　was　in　her　car；　driving　to　Noah’s；　anticipating　the　day；　largely　unconcerned　about　the　phone　calls。　Yesterday　she　would　have　been；　and　she　wondered　what　that　meant。

As　she　was　driving　over　the　drawbridge　less　than　four　minutes　after　she’d　left　the　inn；　Lon　called　from　the　courthouse。

CHAPTER　SIX：　SWANS　AND　STORM

NOAH　WAS　sitting　in　his　rocker；　drinking　sweet　tea；　listening　for　the　car；　when　he　finally　heard　it　turn　up　the　drive。　He　went　around　to　the　front　and　watched　the　car　pull　up　and　park　beneath　the　oak　tree　again。　Same　spot　as　yesterday。　Clem　harked　a　greeting　at　her　car　door；　tail　wagging；　and　Noah　saw　Allie　wave　from　inside　the　car。

She　stepped　out；　patted　Clem　on　the　head；　then　turned；　smiling。　　It　was　different　today；　though。　Newer　feelings　now；　not　simply　memories　any　more。　If　anything；　his　attraction　for　her　had　grown　stronger　overnight；　and　it　made　him　feel　a　little　nervous　in　her　presence。

Allie　met　him　halfway；　carrying　a　small　bag。　She　surprised　him　by　kissing　him　gently　on　the　cheek；　her　free　hand　lingering　at　his　waist　after　she　pulled　back。

“Hi；”　she　said；　radiance　in　her　eyes；　“where’s　the　surprise？”　He　relaxed　a　little；　thanking　God　for　that。　“Not　even　a　‘good　afternoon’　or　‘how　was　your　night？’”

She　smiled。　Patience　had　never　been　one　of　her　strongest　attributes。

“Fine。　Good　afternoon。　How　was　your　night？　And　where’s　the　surprise？”

He　chuckled　lightly；　then　paused。　“Allie；　I’ve　got　some　bad　news。　I　was　going　to　take　you　someplace；　but　with　those　clouds　ing　in　I’m　not　sure　we　should　go。”

“Its　not　raining　yet　How　far　is　it？”

“Up　the　creek　about　a　mile。”

“And　I’ve　never　been　there　before？”

“Not　when　it　was　like　this。”

She　thought　for　a　second　while　she　looked　around。　When　she　spoke；　her　voice　was　determined。　“Then　we’ll　go。　I　don’t　care　if　it　rains。”

“Are　you　sure？”

“Absolutely。”

He　looked　at　the　clouds　again；　noting　their　approach。　“Then　we’d　better　go　now；”　he　said。　“Can　I　bring　that　in　for　you？’

She　nodded；　handing　her　bag　to　him；　and　he　jogged　to　the　house　and　took　it　inside；　placing　it　on　a　chair　in　the　living　room。　Then　he　grabbed　some　bread　and　put　it　in　a　bag；　bringing　it　with　him　as　he　left　the　house。

They　walked　to　the　canoe；　Allie　beside　him。　A　little　closer　than　yesterday。

“What　exactly　is　this　place？”

“You’ll　see。”

“You’re　not　even　going　to　give　me　a　hint？”

　“Well；”　he　said；　“do　you　remember　when　we　took　the　canoe　out　and　watched　the　sun　e　up？”

“I　thought　about　it　this　morning。　I　remember　it　made　me　cry？’

“What　you’re　going　to　sec　today　makes　what　you　saw　then　seem　ordinary？

“I　guess　I　should　feel　special。”

He　took　a　few　steps　before　responding。　“You　are　special；”　he　finally　said；　and　the　way　he　said　it　made　her　wonder　if　he　wanted　to　add　something　else。　But　he　didn’t；　and　Allie　smiled　a　little　before　glancing　away。　As　she　did；　she　felt　the　wind　in　her　face　and　noticed　it　had　picked　up　since　the　morning。

They　reached　the　jetty　and；　after　tossing　the　bag　in　the　canoe；　Noah　quickly　checked　to　make　sure　he　hadn’t　missed　anything；　then　slid　the　canoe　to　the　water。

Can　I　do　anything？”

“No；　just　get　in。”

After　she　climbed　in；　he　pushed　the　canoe　further　into　the　water。　Then　he　gracefully　stepped　off　the　jetty　into　the　canoe；　placing　his　feet　carefully　to　prevent　it　from　capsizing。　Allie　was　impressed　by　his　agility；　knowing　that　what　he　had　done　so　quickly　and　easily　was　harder　than　it　looked。

She　sat　at　the　front　of　the　canoe；　facing　backwards。　Noah　had　said　something　about　missing　the　view　when　he　started　to　paddle；　but　she’d　shaken　her　head；　saying　she　was　fine　the　way　she　was。

And　it　was　true。　She　could　see　everything　she　really　wanted　to　see　if　she　turned　her　head；　but　most　of　all　she　wanted　to　watch　Noah。　It　was　him　she’d　e　to　see；　not　the　creek。　His　shirt　was　unbuttoned　at　the　top；　and　she　could　see　his　chest　muscles　flex　with　every　stroke。　His　sleeves　were　rolled　up　too；　and　she　could　see　the　well…developed　muscles　in　his　arms。

Artistic；　she　thought。　There’s　something　almost　artistic　about　him。　Something　natural；　as　if　being　on　the　water　were　beyond　his　control；　part　of　a　gene　passed　on　to　him　from　some　obscure　hereditary　pool。

She　couldn’t　think　of　anyone　else　who　remotely　resembled　him。　He　was　plicated；　almost　contradictory　in　so　many　ways；　yet　simple；　a　strangely　erotic　bination。　On　the　surface　he　was　a　country　boy；　Home　from　war；　and　he　probably　saw　himself　in　those　terms。　Yet　there　was　so　much　more　to　him。　Perhaps　it　was　the　poetry　that　made　him　different；　or　perhaps　it　was　the　values　his　father　had　instilled　in　him；　growing　up。　Either　way；　he　seemed　to　savour　life　more　fully　than　others　appeared　to；