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“I’m sorry；” she said softly。
He nodded； and they walked on in silence。
They reached the top of the hill and stopped。 The oak tree was in the distance； with the sun glowing orange behind it。 Allie could feel his eyes on her as she stared in that direction。
“A lot of memories there； Allie。”
She smiled。 “I know。 I saw it when I came in。 Do you remember the day we spent there？”
“Yes；” he answered； volunteering no more。
“Do you ever think about it？”
〃Sometimes；” he said。 “Usually when I’m working out this way。
It sits on my property now。”
〃You bought it？”
I just couldn’t bear to see it turned into kitchen cabis。”
She laughed under her breath； feeling strangely pleased about that。 “Do you still read poetry？
He nodded。 “Yeah。 I never stopped。 I guess it’s in my blood。”
“Do you know； you’re the only poet I’ve ever met。”
“I’m no poet。 I read； but I can’t write a verse。 I’ve tried。”
“You’re still a poet； Noah Taylor Calhoun。” Her voice softened。
“I still think about it a lot。 It was the first time anyone ever read poetry to me。 In fact； it’s the only time。”
Her ment made both of them drift back and remember as they slowly circled back to the house； following a new path that passed near the dock。
As the sun dropped a little lower and the sky turned orange； he asked： 〃So； how long are you staying？”
“I don’t know。 Not long。 Maybe until tomorrow or the next day。”
〃Is your flanc6 here on Business？” She shook her head。 “No； he’s still in Raleigh。”
Noah raised his eyebrows。 “Does he know you’re here？”
She shook her head again and answered slowly。 “No。 I told him I was looking for antiques。 He wouldn’t understand my ing here。”
Noah was a little surprised。 It was one thing to e and visit； but it was an entirely different matter to hide the truth from her fiancé。
The gravel crunched beneath their feet as they walked。 He asked： “Allie； do you love him？”
She answered automatically。 “Yes； I love him。”
The words hurt。 But again he thought he heard something in her tone； as if she were saying it to convince herself。 He stopped and gently took her shoulders in his hands； making her face him。 The fading sunlight reflected in her eyes as he spoke。
“If you’re happy； Allie； and you love him。 I won’t try to stop you from going back to him。 But if there’s a part of you that isn’t sure； then don’t do it。 This isn’t the kind of thing you go into halfway。”
Her ansaking the right decision。 Noah。”
He stared for a second； wondering if he believed her。 Then he nodded and they began to walk again。 He said： I’m not making this easy for you； am I。？”
She smiled a little。 〃It’s okay。 I really can’t blame you。”
〃I’m sorry anyway。〃
〃Don’t be。 There’s no reason to be sorry。 I’m the one who should be apologizing。 Maybe I should have written。”
He shook his head。 〃I’m glad you came。 It’s good to see you again。 You were the best friend I ever had； Allie。 I’d still like to be friends； even if you are engaged； and even if it is just for a couple of days。 How about we just kind of get to know each other again？”
She thought about it； and decided that since he knew about her engagement； it would probably be all right。 Or at least not wrong。
She smiled slightly and nodded。 〃I’d like that。”
〃Good。 How about dinner？ I know a place that serves the best crab in town。”
〃Sounds great。 Where？”
〃My house。 I’ve had the traps out all week； and I saw that I had some good ones caged a couple of days ago。 Do you mind？”
〃No； that sounds fine。”
He smiled and pointed over his shoulder with his thumb。
〃Great。 They’re at the dock。 I’ll just be a couple of minutes。”
Allie watched him walk away and noticed the tension she’d felt when telling him about her engagement beginning to fade。 Closing her eyes； she ran her hands through her hair and let the breeze fan her cheek。 She took a deep breath and held it for a moment； feeling the muscles in her shoulders relax as she exhaled。 Finally； opening her eyes； she stared at the beauty that surrounded her。 She always loved evenings like this； when the faint aroma of autumn leaves rode on soft southern winds。 She loved the trees and the sounds they made。 Listening to them helped her relax even more。 After a moment； she turned towards the dock and looked at Noah。
God； he looked good。 Even after all this time。
She watched him as he reached for a rope that hung in the water。 He began to pull it； and despite the darkening sky she saw the muscles in his arm flex as he lifted the cage from the water。 He let it hang over the river for a moment and shook it； letting most of the water escape。 After setting the trap on the dock； he opened it and began to remove the crabs one by one； placing them into a bucket。
She looked around and realized she had forgotten how fresh and beautiful everything seemed here。 Over her shoulder； as she walked over to join Noah； she saw he had left a couple of lights on in the house。 It seemed to be the only house around。 At least the only one with electricity。
She stepped on the dock and it creaked under her foot。 The sound reminded her of a rusty squeezebox。 Noah glanced up； then went back to checking the crabs； making sure they were the right size。 She walked to the rocker that sat on the dock and touched it； running her hand along the back。 She could picture him sitting in it； Fishing； thinking； reading。 It was old and weather…beaten； rough…feeling。 She wondered how much time he spent here alone； and about his thoughts at times like those。
A pulsion had driven her here； and for the first time in three weeks the feeling was gone。 She’d needed Noah to know about her engagement； to understand； to accept it—she was sure of that now。 While thinking of him； she was reminded of something they shared the summer they were together。 With head down； she paced around slowly until she found it—the carving。 Noah loves Allie； in a heart。 Carved into the dock a few days before she’d left。
A breeze broke the stillness and chilled her； making her cross her arms。 She stood that way； alternately looking down at the caning and then towards the river； until she heard him reach her side。 She could feel his closeness； his warmth。
“It’s so peaceful here；” she said； her voice dreamlike。
“I know。 I e down here a lot now just to be close to the water。 It makes me feel good。 e on； let’s go。 The mosquitoes are getting vicious； and I’m starved。”
THE SKY had turned black and they started towards the house。 In the silence Allie’s mind wandered and she felt a little light…headed。 She wondered what he was thinking about her being here and wasn’t exactly sure if she knew herself。 When they reached the house a couple of minutes later； Clem greeted them on the back porch。
Noah set the bucket by the door； then led the way inside to the kitchen。 It was on the right； large and smelling of new wood。 The cabis had been done in oak； like the floor； and the windows were large and faced east； allowing the light from the morning sun。 It was a tasteful restoration； not overdone as was so often the case when Homes like this were rebuilt。
“Do you mind if I look around？”
“No； go ahead。 I did some shopping earlier and I still have to put the groceries away。”
She toured the house for the next few minutes； walking through the rooms； noticing how wonderful it looked。 She came down the stairs； turned towards the kitchen； and saw his profile。 For a second he looked like a young man of seventeen again； and it made her pause a split second before going on。 Damn； she thought； get a hold of yourself。 Remember that you’re engaged now。
He was standing by the counter； a couple of cabi doors open wide； empty grocery bags on the floor； whistling quietly。
“It’s unbelievable； Noah。 How long did the restoration take？”
He looked up from the last bag he was unpacking。 “Almost a year。〃
“Did you do it all yourself？”
He laughed。 “No。 I always thought I would when I was young； and I started that way。 But it was just too much。 It would have taken years； and so I ended up hiring some people。 。 。 actually a lot of people。 But even with them it was still a lot of work； and most of the time I didn’t stop until past midnight。”
“Why’d you work so hard？”
Ghosts； he wanted to say； but didn’t。
“I don’t know。 Just wanted to finish； I guess。 Do you want anything to drink before I start dinner？”
“What do you have？”
“Not much； really。 Beer； tea； Coffee。”
“Tea sounds good。”
He gathered the grocery bags and put them away； then walked to a small room off the kitchen before returning with a box of tea。 He pulled out a couple of tea bags and put them by the stove； then filled the kettle。 After standing it on the burner； he lit a match and she heard the sound of flames as they came to life。
“It’ll be just a minute；” he said； “this stove heats up pretty quick。”
“That’s fine。”
When the kettle whistled； he poured two cups and handed one to her。 She smiled and took a sip。
“I’m going to get the crabs in to marinate for a few minutes before I steam ‘em；” he said； putting his cup on the counter。 He went to the cupboard and removed a large pot with a steamer and lid。 He brought the pot to the sink； added water； then carried it to the stove。
“Can I give you a hand with something？”
He answered over his shoulder： “Sure。 How about cutting up some vegetables to fry。 There’s plenty in the icebox； and you can find a bowl over there。”
He motioned to the cabi near the sink； and she took another sip of tea before setting her cup on the counter and retrieving the bowl。 She carried it to the icebox and found some okra； courgettes； onions and carrots on the bottom shelf。 Noah joined her in front of the open door； and she moved to make room for him。 She could smell him as he stood next to her—clean； familiar； distinctive—and felt his arm brush against her as he leaned over and reached inside。 He removed a beer and a bottle of hot sauce； then returned to the stove。
Noah opened the beer and poured it in the water； then added the hot sauce and some other seasoning。 After stirring the water to make sure t
