earlier.
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, but 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 won't stay?”
"I doubt it. They're driven by instinct, and this isn't their place. Some of the
geese may winter here, but 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... Falling with the wind... Falling hard and thick . . . Noah rowing . . . racing
the sky.., still getting wet.., cursing to himself.., losing to Mother Nature...
The downpour was steady now, and Allie watched the rain fall diagonally from the
sky, trying to defy gravity as it rode on westerly winds that whistled over the trees.
The sky darkened a little more, and big heavy drops fell from the clouds. Hurricane
drops.
Allie enjoyed the rain and leaned her head back for a moment to let it hit her face.
She knew the front of her dress would soak through in a couple of minutes, but she
'didn't care. She did wonder, though, if he noticed, then thought he probably did.
She ran her hands through her hair, feeling its wetness. It felt wonderful, she felt
wonderful, everything 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 come down even harder.
Harder than she'd ever seen it. Allie looked upward and laughed, giving up any
attempt at keeping dry, making Noah feel better.
He hadn't known how she was feeling about it. Even though she'd made the
decision to come, 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 far enough not to drift away. Just in case, he tied it to the dock, knowing
another minute in the rain wouldn't make any difference.
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, completely
comfortable in the rain. 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. It wasn't a cold rain, but he could see her nipples erect and
protruding, hard like little rocks. He felt his loins begin to stir and quickly turned
away, embarrassed, muttering to himself, glad the rain muffled any sound of it.
When he finished and stood, Allie took his hand in hers, surprising him. Despite the
downpour, they didn't rush toward the house, and Noah imagined what it would be
like to spend the night with her.
Allie, too, was wondering about him. She felt the warmth in his hands and
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