"Fine. Good afternoon. How was your night? And where's the surprise?"
He chuckled lightly, then paused. "Allie, I've got some bad news."
"What?"
"I was going to take you someplace, but with those clouds coming in, I'm not sure
we should go."
"Why?"
"The storm. We'll be outside and might get
wet. Besides, there might be lightning." "It's 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 brought it
inside,where he placed 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 come up?"
"I thought about it this morning. I remember it made me cry."
"What you're going to see 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 dock a moment later. 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 farther into the water, close to the dock.
Then he gracefully stepped off the dock into the canoe, placing his feet carefully
to prevent the canoe from capsizing. Allie was impressed by his agility, knowing
that what he had done so quickly and easily was harder than it looked.
Allie sat at the front of the canoe, facing backward. He 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 come 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 muscles in his arms
bulging slightly. His muscles were well developed there from paddling every
morning. Artistic, she thought. There's something almost artistic about him when
he does this. 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. When she
watched him, she was reminded of how the early explorers must have looked when
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