himself. Take a deep breath.
"And it has nothing to do with this case?" "No, Your Honor. It's of a personal nature.
I know it's out of the ordinary, but I really need to take care of it." Good, better.
The judge leaned back in his chair, evaluating him for a moment.
"Mr. Bates, how do you feel about this?"
He cleared his throat. "Mr. Hammond called me this morning and I've already
spoken to my clients. They're willing to postpone until Monday."
"I see," the judge said. "And do you believe it is in your clients' best interests
to do this?"
"I believe so," he said. "Mr. Hammond has agreed to reopen discussion on a certain
matter not covered by this proceeding."
The judge looked hard at both of them and thought about it.
"I don't like it," he finally said, "not at all. But Mr. Hammond has never made a
similar request before, and I assume the matter is very important to him."
He paused for effect, then looked to some papers on his desk. "I'll agree to adjourn
until Monday. Nine o'clock sharp."
"Thank you, Your Honor," Lon said.
Two minutes later he was leaving the courthouse. He walked to the car he had
parked directly across the street, got in, and began the drive to New Bern, his hands
shaking.
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oah made breakfast for Allie while she slept in the living room. Bacon, biscuits,
and coffee, nothing spectacular. He set the tray beside her as she woke up, and as
soon as they had finished eating, they made love again. It was relentless, a powerful
confirmation of what they had shared the day before. Allie arched her back and
cried out fiercely in the final tidal wave of sensations, then wrapped her arms
around him as they breathed in unison, exhausted.
They showered together, and afterward Allie put on her dress, which had dried
overnight.
She spent the morning with Noah. Together they fed Clem and checked the
windows to make sure no damage had been done in the storm. Two pine trees had
blown over, though neither had caused much damage, and a few shingles had
blown off the shed, but other than that, the property had escaped pretty much
unscathed.
He held her hand most of the morning and the two talked easily, but sometimes he
would stop speaking and just stare at her. When he did, she felt as though she
should say something, but nothing meaningful ever came into her head. Lost in
thought, she usually just kissed him.
A little before noon, Noah and Allie went in to prepare lunch. Both of them were
starving again because they hadn't eaten much the day before. Using what he had
on hand, they fried some chicken and baked another batch of biscuits, and the two
of them ate on the porch, serenaded by a mockingbird.
While they were inside doing the dishes, they heard a knock at the door. Noah left
Allie in the kitchen. Knock again.
"I'm coming," Noah said. Knock, knock. Louder. He approached the door. Knock,
knock.
"I'm coming," he said again as he opened the door.
"Oh, my God."
He stared for a moment at a beautiful woman in her early fifties, a woman he would
have recognized anywhere. Noah couldn't speak.
"Hello, Noah," she finally said.
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