Judson sat quietly on the porch swing, rocking gently, softly stealing a gentle breeze from the spring Alabama night. Another day had come and was winding down. Business had been slow at the little hardware store he owned and operated, but that was to be expected. Summer was here, and all the self-made handymen had completed their spring repairs and had moved on to the pursuits of summer. About the only regular customers now were the local builders, and most of them bought from him only when the purchase was too small to justify the half hour drive into the next town where the large hardware chain store continued its ongoing conspiracy to destroy small local businesses. Still, Judd couldn”t blame the builders for shopping there. The variety of merchandise available dwarfed his meager inventory and his prices were higher, despite his efforts to cut his margins and remain competitive.

Still, he had a steady stream of traffic, though most of it came from the old-timers who shopped here either from a sense of obligation, or because the trip into Carson City seemed like more trouble than it was worth. And, as far as they were concerned, if a fellow couldn”t find it at the local hardware store, then he probably didn”t need it. But, if the truth were known, when they did come in, they often purchased only a soft drink and a pack of crackers from the rack beside the cash register. About the only thing that would really boost his business might be a good ice storm to do enough damage to create a short-term emergency and to cause the large store in Carson City to exhaust its stock so that he got the spillover traffic. And, here in late June, that was a bit unlikely.

But Judson didn”t mind. As long as the store did enough business to cover its expenses and to pay his three employees, he would be satisfied. His grandfather had opened this store more than sixty years ago and two generations had earned a better than average livelihood from it. Judson had taken it over a few months back after returning to his small hometown of Genoa following a stint in Chicago. Twenty-four years ago he had graduated from high school here. Three months later, he left the store and the town behind, jumping at the chance to attend a reputable university on scholarship, with no intention of ever returning.

Despite an early interest in literature, he had, at his father”s insistence, majored in finance. This had served him well financially, allowing him to obtain a job with a large investment banking firm. His skills, combined with a good run of luck, took him quickly up the corporate ladder. After assisting a few conglomerates in the buying and selling of companies at a hefty commission, he accumulated a significant reserve of cash and available credit. These he parlayed into a small fortune as he bought and sold a series of small companies, many of them culls from the larger corporations who dropped them into his lap for a song. There was a lot of truth to the old adage that one man”s junk was another”s treasure. Judson”s sizable portfolio was proof.

If the truth were known, Judson loved what he was doing. Only after his dad”s stroke had he agreed to leave the fast life of Chicago and return to this small town. Even then, his original plan had been to return just long enough to persuade his dad to either close the store or let him sell it. He believed the large chain would buy the store simply to eliminate the nuisance of competition. Even if they didn”t, the building was located on prime commercial real estate. The family had had numerous offers from developers who wanted to purchase the store and the adjoining 33 acres, much of it on the nearby river, to develop into an upscale residential neighborhood.

Judson sat in the swing and read until dark, which came late this time of year. When the dusk took over completely, he laid his book aside and continued to rock gently, waving at the occasional car that would make its way past his house, oblivious to the fact that it was dark and that the passers-by could not see him, sitting alone on his porch. He wondered if there was an element of fate in the series of events that had brought him back to his hometown. He doubted it. If there was, he had missed the significance of it.

A car horn from down the street jarred Judson back to reality. He hit the light on his sports watch and realized he had dozed off. It was almost ten o”clock so he had slept for well over an hour. Since he had to open the store at seven every morning, Judson went to bed early, just like his father had done. What a change from his lifestyle in Chicago. Picking his book up from the swing, he made his way inside, and without ever waking completely, made his way to bed.

Arriving early the next morning, Judson sipped coffee as he reconciled the previous day”s receipts. He smiled as he realized that he put as much effort into reconciling a few hundred dollars in sales as he had in analyzing the multimillion transactions that made up his prior life. Oh well, everything was relative. And, as was becoming the routine, the day was filled with a slow, but steady stream of locals who wanted to chat more than anything else. But it helped pass the time. Pete, the old hand who had worked for Judson”s dad for years, dropped in to chat as he was prone to do on slow days. Today, he had picked up cheeseburgers for himself, Judson and Josh, a part-time college student who showed up each day around noon and worked afternoons. The three ate their cheeseburgers and the lunchtime conversation spilled over into the afternoon as they whiled away the time discussing sports, politics and what they didn”t know about women. From time to time a customer would drop by and join the conversation, pick up a few items and then leave the threesome to their discussion. And, finally, like those before it, the afternoon would produce the rattling of keys as Pete and Josh began to help Judson close shop for another day.

Pete said his goodbyes and went to lock the warehouse. Josh headed out to make a final stroll through the store to make sure that all the customers were gone and that nothing was in the floor that might be tripped on tomorrow morning. It was amazing how customers would remove merchandise from the shelf or storage bin, and just leave it. Judson recalled how his grandfather would always wonder aloud if those folks left things lying around like that at home. He assumed most of them did. Judson had a lot of memories in this hardware store, and he was continually amazed at how they made their way back into his consciousness at an almost measured pace.

Making his way back to the front of the store, Josh grabbed his backpack from the shelf underneath the cash register, said goodbye, and made his way out the door. Continuing another almost daily ritual, Judd traced Josh”s steps down the aisles, rearranging and checking prices. Yes, life had changed for Judd. And, if he were honest, he would admit he didn”t know if it was for better or worse.

“Hey, Judd.”

Without looking up, Judd recognized Libby”s voice. She had become another regular fixture here, albeit one of the more pleasant ones. Libby looked to be not a day over 18, although she had just turned 24. Judd knew because she had produced her driver”s license the day he had laughed at her. And, though Judd knew better, he had to admit a bit of relief upon seeing that she was well beyond high school. Judd was attracted to her, and even though he found the young woman incredibly attractive, he did have his standards. And fooling around with anyone under 21 violated those standards.

Not that anything had happened with Libby. Their relationship was mostly mild flirtation. But, it was not because she was not available. She had sent unmistakable signals that she was interested. She went on and on about how the guys her age were not mature. She even went so far as to comment on Judd”s youthful appearance. And he knew she was not blowing smoke. Judd had taken care of himself over the years, and despite the graying around his temples, he looked ten years younger than his 42 years.

“Hi, Libby. You doing OK, today?”

“I”d be doing better if you”d take me into town this weekend and buy me dinner.”

Judd smiled.

“Judd, we wouldn”t even have to come back.”

Now she had his attention. “Oh, so we can leave this part of the world, Libby?”

“No, silly. I meant that night. We don”t have to come back that night.”

“Don”t you live in Carson City? Didn”t you tell me that you lived with your Mom downtown near the college?”

“No I don”t live with my Mom. I told you she lived near the college. I have my own place. But that”s beside the point. I”m talking about you, me and a hotel room. Of course, that would be after a nice dinner and maybe a movie. Who knows what I might be inclined to do.”

“The thought of you inclined in any manner makes me a little nervous.”

Libby laughed, not a girlish giggle, but the laugh of a confident woman. “What do you think? Is the offer tempting enough?”

Judson smiled at Libby, and made his way into the adjacent warehouse area. He didn”t realize Libby had followed until he turned and found himself staring into Libby”s blue eyes. Before he could react, she kissed him. Judd pulled away.

“Libby, I don”t think this is a good idea.”

She backed toward the door. Judson expected her to make her way back through it, into the store and out the front door. He was certain he had embarrassed her. Instead, she smiled at him, reached for the door and closed it. Judson watched. Aware that she had his attention, she deftly reached for the bottom of her shirt, holding her hands there, threatening to pull it up to expose her breasts.

Judson strained to breathe. He had fantasized about Libby, but he knew this was a mistake. She was incredibly beautiful and had the body as supple as that of a woman her age, but as alluring as that of a woman ten years older. He wanted her. There was no question about it. Instinctively, he took her hands to stop her.

“No. No, Libby, I can”t do this, and neither can you.”

“Do what?” she asked innocently. “It”s a little warm in here and I was just going to take off my shirt. Don”t you want me to?”

It took every ounce of Judson”s strength to shake his head. He knew he really did want her to. He”d like to lock the door and take her here in the warehouse. “Please, Libby,” he thought. “Please don”t give me a chance to reconsider.”

As if hearing his plea, Libby pulled her hands back from the shirt, her hands still restrained by his. She could not resist teasing him by sliding her hands across her breasts, forcing his to make contact with her ample bosom. Finally, she dropped her hands to her waist. Judson breathed deeply and sighed, releasing the hold he had on her hands..

“I know what you”re thinking.” Thankfully, Libby broke the silence. “And I admire you for it. You”re not the kind of guy who would take a girl for a quickie in the back of the store. You want to wine and dine me before you bed me, don”t you, Love?”

Judson stared at her, unable to stop the smile that captured his face.

Libby was again in his face. “So, how about this Friday? Let”s go out and have some real fun. Just you and me!” She placed her lips on his in a featherlike kiss. Judd”s mind was about to say no, when his libido got to his lips first.

“OK, if you want. Yea, it”ll be fun. But one thing.”

Libby beamed. “Anything, Judd, and I do mean anything.”

“Wait, I”m sorry. I almost forgot. I already have plans for this weekend.”

An expression somewhere between a frown and a pout came across Libby”s face.

“Sounds like an excuse to me…”

“No,” Judd interrupted. “I”ve had this planned for a few weeks. I guess I got, uh, preoccupied and forgot. I”m really sorry.”

“Is it another woman?”

Judson could not help smiling. “Yes, but she”s just a friend. Actually an old high school friend that I ran into. We decided to get together and catch up on all the news and gossip.”

“An old girlfriend?”

“Libby…”

“OK, Juddie, I”m sorry. I won”t tease you. How about Sunday?

“Nope, that won”t work. I promised Dad I”d come out to his place for dinner.”

“O.K. I get the picture.”

“No, I”m really not putting you off. Tell you what. How about next weekend?”

Libby pursed her lips, trying not to appear anxious.

“Umm, I suppose.”

“Great!” Judd exclaimed.

“So you really do want to go out with me? You really want to date me?”

“I want to take you to dinner. That”s all I”m going to say.” Judd tried to be serious, but the smile in his voice made its way to his face.

“Well, let me assure you, it”ll be an evening that you won”t forget. I promise you that.”

Judson laughed out loud.

“Libby, can I ask a favor?”

“Sure, Judd. Anything.”

“Let”s keep this between us for now. What do you say?”

“Sure. It”ll be our little secret.”

Throughout the remainder of the afternoon, Judson rationalized his decision to have dinner with a woman half his age. As far as what else the evening might hold, he was in complete denial. What was wrong with a man having dinner with a younger woman whose company he enjoyed? After all, she was an adult. He was not doing anything immoral. And who said that the evening had to involve anything other than dinner and good conversation.

“Yea, Judd,” he thought to himself. “Just keep thinking that. You may actually convince yourself.”

That night Judson thought of Libby long after he went to bed. The memory of their afternoon encounter left him restless. Why, he wondered. But Judson knew why. He wanted Libby and the realization that he would be with her gave him feelings with which he was not totally comfortable.

Judson awoke the next morning, glad it was only Friday. He was anxious to see Abby, but needed another day to compose his emotions after his encounter with Lib. And though he was not quite ready for his adventure, he was glad it was only a day away. What he had not told Libby was that his date for tomorrow evening was indeed his high school sweetheart, a woman Judd was sure he had loved at one time in his life. Abby was everything he would have wanted in life, and one reason he was still a bachelor. Subconsciously, Judd still gauged every woman he dated by Abby. And though his chance encounter with her a couple of weeks back was unplanned, it was something Judd had hoped for since he returned to Genoa. The memory of their first words in 20 years still lingered.

He had gone into Carson City for a movie and stopped by a bookstore on the way home. He was browsing the new paperback releases, hoping to find the new John LesCroart thriller. His frown of disappointment at not seeing it there must have been obvious. A voice from behind had spoken.

“Can I help you…Judson, is that you?”

Judson had felt a chill at the sound of her voice even before he turned and recognized her. Gosh, she was beautiful, just the way he remembered her. The lovely dark hair, the deep brown eyes and the full red lips, all so familiar, but the shock of this chance meeting took his breath. Abby, sensing his feeling of awkwardness, stepped toward him and gave him a warm embrace.

“You”re as handsome as ever.” She kissed his cheek. “So good to see you Juddie. I knew you”d moved back, but I just haven”t had a good opportunity to drive out to the store.”

Judson struggled with the mangle of emotions. He kissed her on the cheek, which brought a smile and then a laugh.

“I”m sorry, Abby,” said Judson.

“For what, Juddie?” She again laughed that infectious laugh that brought a flood of memories. “It is a little awkward, isn”t it? I”m sorry if I embarrassed you.”

“No, no,” said Judson. “I just feel foolish, like a high school kid trying to say the right thing to the prettiest girl in school.”

Judd relaxed. “And you”re just as beautiful as you were then. You haven”t changed at all.”

“Thanks. That is sweet, but you never were a good liar.”

“No, really, I meant it, Abby.”

“Then, thank you. Do you have time for a cup of coffee?”

“Uh, yeah, of course.”

Judson followed her to the coffee shop, and found himself admiring her slender figure as she led the way. He was surprised, and embarrassed at his initial reaction to seeing her. He could not believe that she was still so beautiful.

After they had gotten their mugs filled, they sat at the table in the corner. For a while, they looked at each other and smiled.

“Been a long time, Juddie.”

Judson smiled. “You can call me Judd. I left Juddie behind when I moved to Chicago.”

Abby laughed. “Sorry…Judd.”

“So how have you been? And how is your family?”

“Oh, they”re fine. Dad still likes to fish the river. Remember when you used to go with him in the spring?”

“Of course I do. He always caught more fish, which meant I had to do most of the cleaning.”

Judd and Abby spent the next few minutes asking general questions, both avoiding anything that might sound too personal. Finally, Judd took the lead.

“I heard you married.”

Abby grew suddenly quiet, the smile diminishing slightly, her eyes suddenly staring straight ahead into the distance.

“Yes, Judd. I married a wonderful man. A loving husband, a great father.”

“That”s great. You deserved someone like that.”

“Actually,” Abby paused. ” I lost him eleven years ago. He was killed in an automobile accident.”

Judson closed his eyes. “I”m so sorry.”

“It”s OK. I can deal with it now. It was hard at first, and if not for Shannon, I”m not sure I could have survived, or would have wanted to.”

“Shannon?”

Her eyes returned to his, and her smile returned to her face. “Yes, Shannon, my beautiful daughter. You”ll have to meet her. She is so wonderful. She”s the light of my life.”

“That”s wonderful. I”d love to meet her.”

The two chatted for over an hour until a clerk interrupted Abby to take a phone call. Judson told her to go ahead, assuring her that he had to leave.

“Call me sometime, Judd.”

“I”ll do that. I don”t mean to be forward, but if you aren”t seeing someone, could I take you to dinner sometime?”

“I”d like that. I really would.”

Judson practically danced across the parking lot, feeling giddy and foolish. What was wrong with him? Was he naïve enough to think that the feelings were still there after all these years? Judd, keep your heart intact, old boy.

What he didn”t see was Abby looking out the window, smiling as she watched him make his way to his vehicle.

Judson waited as long as possible to call her. Finally, 18 hours after their chance meeting, he called her again at the bookstore, after kicking himself for failing to ask for her home number, and made the dinner date. Abby had work commitments for the coming week, but the week after would be fine.

“I”ll call again to confirm it, Abby.”

“Call anytime, Judd. Let me give you my home number.”

Stepping back into the present, Judd tried to focus on the work at hand. He did have a business to run. And if he didn”t relax, the anxiety and lack of sleep would take its toll. Still, his mind was filled with pleasant thoughts of the lovely Abby. He heard tires squeal and looked up to see Libby drive into the parking lot. He expected as much. Even though Judd found her to be extremely tempting, he also knew he had a business to run and a reputation to consider. He instinctively made his way to the back of the store, near the warehouse door. She spotted him and made her way back.

“Let”s go into the back room, Judd!” Her mischievous eyes twinkled.

“No, Libby. That would be a bad idea. And, now that we”re on the subject, our meetings and conversation here at the store are going to have to be on the up and up if you know what I mean.”

“In other words, I can”t kiss you or take off my shirt.”

“Or even carry on anything other than a very normal conversation. No flirting. As the old saying goes, “I can”t have my honey where I make my money”.”

“Aww, you”re no fun…”

“Maybe not, but that”s how it has to be. Otherwise, we have to pretend that yesterday never happened, and a week from tomorrow night never will.

“OK. I understand,” replied Libby. “Of course, that just means one thing.”

“What”s that?”

“When I get you alone, I”ll just have to make up for lost time!”

Libby winked and smiled. Judson felt his knees weaken. He shook his head.

“Bye, Libby.”

For the rest of the day, Judson went through the motions at the store. Try as he might, he could not get the two women off his mind. One moment, he was smiling at the thought of Abby, excited about seeing her again. Next, it was the impetuous Libby, stirring an entirely different set of emotions. What was wrong with him? He was as nervous as a high schooler taking a new girl out. Good grief. He was 42 years old! Grow up, Judd! But it was no use. These two women permeated his thoughts. Was this really a good idea? Was either a good idea? Should he call one and cancel? Should he call both and cancel?

Friday night Judson again struggled in an attempt to sleep. What was wrong with him? When he finally sat up wide-awake at three a.m., he realized that Saturday night better get here quickly or he would never sleep. The date could never be as nerve-wracking as the past couple of days had been.

Saturday at the store was a little busier than normal with the weekend coming up. Local handymen came in to pick up plumbing fittings or electrical connections to complete those little projects, which had been on their wives” list for months. Although the purchases were small, Judson was glad for the traffic. It kept his mind distracted from a confusion of emotions involving Libby and Abby and made him forget how sleepy he was.

At five o”clock sharp, Judson locked the door and rushed home to shower and get ready for his date with Abby. The warm waters of the shower seemed to help rinse away the nervousness of waiting for tonight. It was replaced with an anxiousness that was actually pleasant. Where would the evening lead? Was there any possibility of a relationship here?

Whoa, Judd. Slow down big guy.

Judd”s drive into town was uneventful, which was a bit unusual. Judd was a “type A” personality when he got behind the wheel. He was impatient with slow drivers who plodded along in the left lane as well as those who pulled out in front of him then crept along. But tonight, his mind was completely on Abby. Only once or twice did he think of Libby. Yep, Libby was definitely interesting in a fun and naughty kind of way, but Abby was special. She always had been. His heart was jumping a bit. He couldn”t wait to see her.

He turned onto her street and was surprised that she lived in such a nice neighborhood. He had assumed a single mom working at a bookstore would be strapped. He was even more impressed when he stopped in front of 709 Maple Lane. Her house was a beautiful two-story structure with a manicured lawn. As he made his way up the sidewalk, Judson also noticed a tastefully placed birdbath as well as a huge ceramic Labrador retriever near the front door. He reached and pressed the lighted doorbell.

Judson shifted restlessly from one foot to another, looking into the polished brass doorknocker to attempt to check his tie. He was peering in closely when Abby opened the door.

“Looking for a kiss this early, Judd?” She laughed.

Judson blushed at first but then became breathless, too taken with the beautiful creature in front of him to be embarrassed by his awkward position. Abby stood before him in a red dress that fit her perfectly. Not tight, not flowing, but rather as if it had been designed for her body in a manner to attract the attention of any red-blooded male, but without appearing too flashy to threaten any other woman who might experience the misfortune of having to be in the same room with her. He could only stare. Then the word “wow” emanated from his vocal chords.

“I”ll take that as a compliment. Thank you, Judd.”

“Abby, you look beautiful.”

“Thank you again.”

“Do you need more time? I mean, uh, I”m not rushing you. If you”re not ready…”

“Do I look like I need more time? Maybe a little more makeup? Is my hair mussed?”

“No, no, not at all. I only meant…”

“Judd?”

“Huh?”

Abby laughed. “I was teasing. I”m ready and I”m starved.”

The drive to dinner was pleasant and Judd had to concentrate on keeping his eyes on the road and not on Abby. She recognized the attention and was flattered. In high school, some had considered Abby to be aloof, but Judd knew better. Her demeanor tonight was anything but. As a matter of fact, Judd felt himself relax as they made their way back to the main highway.

“Where are we dining, Judd?”

“I”m taking you to the finest Italian restaurant in town, “Bravos”. Have you been there?”

“No, but I”ve heard of it.”

“Trust me, it”s as good as any Italian restaurant in Chicago or anywhere I”ve been. You”ll love it.”

After a few more minutes of driving and sharing unusually comfortable conversation, Judson turned into the restaurant parking lot. Upon entering the lobby, he gave their names to the maitre”d who confirmed their reservation and took them to a table in the corner.

“Is this all right?” asked Judd.

“Perfect. I like the privacy.”

“Afraid some of your other male admirers will see you with me?” smiled Judd.

Abby smiled at Judd. “There are no male admirers, at least that I”m aware of.”

“Well, I”ll take your word for it, but I find that incredibly hard to believe.”

“I dunno. I suppose I sent the signal long ago that I was not in the market. I mean, I tried dating after Paul”s death, but it was a disaster. My world was turned upside down. Nothing made sense for such a long time. He was such a wonderful husband and father. I was devastated and since then, I”ve never felt anyone measured up to his standards. You knew Paul didn”t you?”

“Yes, barely. Paul was what, two years ahead of us? I didn”t know him well, but he must have been quite a guy to win your heart.”

Abby smiled. “Indeed he was, and thank you.”

“Well, Abby, I am truly sorry for your loss. And I know what you mean about someone setting standards that no one else can ever hope to attain.”

“Oh?”

Judson changed the subject. “So, tell me about your daughter.”

“Judd, she is wonderful. A little bit of a free spirit, but my closest friend in the world. First chance I get, I”ll have you meet her.”

“Well, she would have been welcome to come along,” said Judson.

“Thank you. That is incredibly sweet of you, Judd. But, it”s hard to catch up with her. She has her own place so I only see her a couple of times a week. Maybe I can have a rain check on that.”

After an appetizer of polenta and a Greek salad, both dined on sea bass, the restaurant specialty. Both Abby and Judd agreed it was incredible. They went through most of their bottle of wine with dinner and finished it as they lingered, laughing and reminiscing. The conversation flowed easily much like two old friends who have been apart for a few years and are drawn back together unexpectedly. They were so engrossed with each other that they didn”t realize they were the only ones left in the restaurant. Only when their server asked for the third time if there was anything else he could bring them that Judd realized that they were trying to close up the restaurant.

“I”m sorry. The time got away from us,” said Judd.

“No problem sir, I trust you enjoyed your evening with us.”

“More than you could know.” Judd stared into Abby”s eyes.

The server returned with Judd”s credit card and he signed the ticket, tipping generously.

Judd slipped his arm easily around Abby”s waist as he escorted her across the park to his car. He felt an incredible urge to kiss her, but stopped himself. What was he thinking?

Despite the easy conversation in the restaurant, the car became strangely quiet as they turned onto the highway. Both waited for the other to break the silence.

Abby spoke first.

“Judd?”

“Yes?”

“Tonight has been wonderful, more than I could have ever have imagined. Thank you.”

“No, Abby. Thank you.”

Judd laughed.

“What”s funny?”

“It”s just that I was really concerned that tonight would be awkward. I mean, after all these years, I had no idea how you”d feel around me.”

“Judd, we were lovers. You were my first. I would have married you.”

“If I had stayed?”

“Yes, if you had stayed. You were so anxious to get away from here, and I couldn”t understand it. Maybe I do now, to some degree anyway, but not completely. I love this town.”

“Maybe I was probably wrong to leave.”

“No, you were right to follow your dreams. Life has treated you well, and you deserve all of it. But Judd, my heart was broken. My folks wanted me to call you, but I couldn”t bring myself to do it. Then Paul came along a few months later, and I settled into a good life with him. But I never forgot you.

“And I never forgot you. My stupid pride got in the way of calling you early on. I was hurt and angry for a while. By the time I did call, my folks told me you were engaged to Paul. You guys didn”t wait long.”

“We had our reasons.”

Judd grew silent. Not a word was spoken until they parked in front of Abby”s house. Judd walked around to open her door and escorted her to her door. This time, he was only able to take her elbow in his arm as he escorted her to her door. As they made their way up the walkway, Judd”s mind was busy. What was going to happen when they got to her door? Should he attempt to kiss her? What if it offended her? Should he shake her hand? How corny would that be? Judd”s mind was still spinning when he realized that Abby was putting her key in the lock.

“Do you want to come in?”

“Well, isn”t it getting late?”

“Actually, I have a confession to make.” By the porch light, Judd could see that Abby was blushing.

“A confession?” quizzed Judd.

Well, actually I make a really great key-lime pie and I took the liberty of making one for us. That is, if you have time to come in for pie and coffee.”

“Actually, that sounds wonderful. I have all the time in the world. Your key-lime pie sounds much more inviting than my old porch swing.”

“Nothing wrong with a porch swing, Judd, especially if you”re sharing it.”

“This is true,” smiled Judd.

Abby opened the door and stepped inside, holding the door for Judd and smiling at him as he stepped inside. He looked around, admiring the tasteful manner in which Abby had decorated the house. Beautiful Indian rugs, placed perfectly in the foyer and the main room, accented the rich hardwood floors. The fireplace was framed by one of the most beautiful mantles Judd had ever seen. The sofa and chairs were rich leathers of various deep colors. The paintings on the wall, while unpretentious, were obviously originals and indicated an appreciation for simple themes.

“Your house is beautiful, Abby. Simply lovely.”

“Why thank you. Maybe after dessert I can give show you more. If you like this room, you”ll love the layout of the master bedroom.”

Now it was Judson”s turn to blush.

Abby laughed a laugh that was quickly becoming contagious and irresistible. “I”m sorry. I couldn”t resist. I”m just teasing. You”re so cute when you”re embarrassed. But then, you always were.”

“Thanks, I think,” Judd smiled.

“Wait here, I”ll bring in the pie and coffee”

Judd was beginning to feel emotions that he had not felt since high school. Was it possible after all these years, to still be in love with this extraordinary woman? Or was it just lust? Without question, she was beautiful and sexy. What was he feeling? He didn”t know, but it was horrible and wonderful.

Judd sat on the sofa and continued to look around the room. He noticed a copy of “The Razor”s Edge” on the coffee table and turned to where the bookmarker was and began reading. Judd recalled that he had read this book during his senior year of high school at Abby”s recommendation, of all things.

“Good book. I”ve read it several times already.” Abby entered with a tray covered with two servings of pie, cups and a carafe of coffee. “But then, I never was one to put good things away after one use. Seems like such a waste, don”t you think?”

Judd could only nod.

“I”ll be right back. Please go ahead and pour if you”d like.”

Abby made her way up the stairs and Judd poured two cups of coffee and removed the plates and cups from the tray and set them before him on the coffee table. And just as quickly as she had left, he heard Abby making her way back down the stairs.

“Pardon me for getting so casual, but that dress was wearing on me.”

Judd looked up at her. She had changed into sweats and a State University sweatshirt that was definitely a trade of style for comfort. Judd could only think that on her, it looked simply lovely, even sexy. Abby had a quality that exuded confidence, charm and elegance, regardless of what she was wearing.

“Not at all. If I was at home, I”d do the same thing.”

“Well, you know me, just plain Jane.”

“Jane? And all this time I”ve been having a wonderful time with Jane, and I thought it was Abby. Nice to meet you, Jane.”

“Grrrrr,” teased Abby. She sat beside Judd on the sofa and he passed her a dessert plate with a slice of the pie and a cup of the coffee.

“Umm, thank you, Darling.”

Judd blushed

Abby laughed. “I”m sorry. Look at you! You”re blushing.”

“No, no, don”t apologize. I always blush when I”m having a nice time.”

They finished their pie while continuing the evening”s conversation. Judd found himself taken with Abby. Just watching her talk brought him pleasure. He would never have believed this evening could have been this comfortable, and exciting. Abby placed her cup back on the tray and turned toward Judd, taking his hand in hers.

“Judson Stratford, this evening has been so wonderful. Thank you.” She leaned forward and kissed Judd softly on his lips. The kiss was warm and delicious. Judson found himself returning the kiss, finding her lips pressing harder against his. The kisses lingered, each breaking only slightly as a new one began. Abby placed her hand behind Judson”s head and pulled his lips hard to hers. He heard a soft moan emit from her throat.

Judd felt a surge of electricity as Abby”s tongue slipped between his lips, touching his. Instinctively, he opened his mouth to welcome the delicious and seductive probe. He pressed his lips harder against hers, her mouth open completely and his responding in an explosion of pleasure. Their lips pressed feverishly and their tongues became an entanglement of ecstasy.

Judson”s right hand instinctively searched the outside of her sweatshirt, quickly finding the treasures he was seeking. Twenty years of separation vanished as the emotions he had felt for Abby in high school were revisited. Struggling to maintain composure, Judd moved his hand away, only to feel her take his hand in hers and place it firmly back on her breast. Taking the cue, Judd quickly slid his hand under her shirt and slid it quickly up to the warm, firm mounds, grasping her full breast in his hand, and then moving to her other breast. Judd was consumed by the warmth of her body and felt movement within his trousers and Abby kissed him harder, increasing the volume and intensity of her moans.

Judd removed his hand from her breasts and reached down to remove her shirt. Abby began to unbutton his frantically, their actions made harder by the passionate kisses neither could forego. As he began to lift her shirt, Abby gently pushed him away. “Wait, Darling.”

“What”s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong.” Abby stood and took Judd”s hand. “Come with me…upstairs.”

Judson held her hand as she led him up the stairs. He knew where they were going. As they reached the top of the stairs, Abby turned again and kissed him passionately, ensuring that the fires were not cooling. She led him down the hallway and pulled him into her bedroom. Judson only briefly noticed the beautiful colors and furnishings. But all this was quickly lost as he felt Abby tug at his belt, loosening it. She then unfastened his trousers. Judd kicked off his loafers. Again he reached for her shirt and pulled it smoothly and quickly over her head. He gasped, struggling to control his breathing as he gazed upon the beauty of her exposed breasts. They were more than ample, and shaped perfectly. The round areola providing a sensual backdrop for her nipples, hardened by the excitement and anticipation. Judd”s hands slipped down around her waist as he leaned over to kiss her breasts. The perfume furthered his intoxication as he placed his mouth on the firm, warm nipple. Abby moaned. Unable to control himself, Judd began to suck feverishly on her breast.

He felt Abby push his trousers down from his waist. As awkward as it was, Judd was able to step out of his pants while continuing to devour her luscious breast. His right hand grasped her other breast, squeezing it gently then pinching the nipple between his thumb and index finger. He felt Abby”s hand rub across his chest, making its way downward. He jerked as he felt he place her hands over his erection. She squeezed it through the smooth silk boxers he was wearing.

“Oh, Judd. Silk? Damn!!!” Her voice had taken on a deep sultry, almost raspy quality as she squeezed his hard cock. Judd groaned, unable to believe how good her touch felt. He threw his head back as she reached inside his shorts and took the bulging instrument completely in her grip. Before Judd could react further, she dropped to her knees and pulled him to her lips, sliding her mouth over the massive organ. Judson felt that he would explode as he cried out in ecstasy. Was he dreaming? Could this be real? Abby moved her face back and forward, bringing spasms of pleasure to Judd as he watched her devour his cock before his very eyes. Her beauty was breathtaking as he looked down on her making love to him, watching her breasts move in an erotic display of her womanhood. When he knew he could bear no more, he gently pulled her to her feet and kissed her deeply, exploring the open cavern of her mouth, tasting himself on her tongue. His right hand moved between her legs, touching her, finding her warm and wet through the fabric of her sweatpants.

Judd, intent on repaying all favors dropped to his knees and easily slid Abby”s sweats down from her waist to the floor. She wore no panties, and Judd immediately took her, placing his mouth on her pussy, all pretense of composure cast aside. He kissed her soft bush, sliding his tongue up and down the length to the degree that he could do so with Abby in a standing position. Aware that they were beside her bed, he pushed her back and felt her pull away the comforter and incline on the bed, opening her thighs to him as she did so. Judd wasted no time in again burying his face between her legs. The warmth, dampness and scent were more than he could comprehend. In a blur of desire and passion, he ate the beautiful woman in an alternating rhapsody of kissing, sucking and licking. As Abby”s moans increased, he moved up and sucked her clit between his lips and licked it with his tongue. Abby screamed “Oh, Judd, oh damn…Ohhh fuck! I can”t stand it”

The words pushed Judson over the edge. He stood up, his cock large and erect. As he leaned into her, he felt Abby reach and grasp it and pull it toward her opening. Judd felt the tip of his cock brush against the opening of Abby”s pussy, and pushed forward forcefully, instantly thrusting himself completely inside the tight, delicious canal.

“Fuck me, Judd. Fuck me, now!”

Judd responded to her pleas, sliding her further back on the bed while maintaining his penetration. “I”m never coming out of you,” he groaned. As his hands moved behind her ass to grasp her for maximum effect, he felt Abby thrust upward, her lunges meeting his thrusts in a none too gentle joining. Their bodies were in heat, each desiring the other and neither was conceding. As Judd”s mouth found hers he continued to push himself into her, hard and completely. Abby moaned with every movement. Judd found himself turned on beyond belief by the words coming from her mouth.

“Fuck me Judd. Fuck my pussy, Darling. Give it to me. I need to be fucked. Harder! Harder… Oh fuck!

Judd knew he couldn”t hold back much longer. “Come for me Abby. Take me, Lover.”

Abby exploded into a tide of orgasm, wave after wave of pleasure overtaking her body. Judd thrust his body into her, over and over, harder and harder in response to the cries of her lips and her pussy for satisfaction.

“Oh Judd, Oh fuck, damn, damn, Oh…”

Judd lost it completely. He felt the first surge of his juices and the accompanying orgasm. He thrust again as he screamed, “I”m coming!”

Abby pulled him tightly to her, grabbing his ass and pulling him deeper into her.

“Fuck me Judd, fuck my pussy. Come inside me lover. I want it Judd. I want you!!! Come baby!”

“Oh, damn!” groaned Judd.

Eruption after eruption followed as Judd emptied the fruits of his desire inside the willing body of this beautiful woman, as she continued to offer herself to him. Finally, his thrusts subsided and they were still, their warm, soaked bodies joined sensuously, each feeling spasms of pleasure at the slightest movement of the other. The next half hour was spent coming down from their lofty perch on the sensuous summit, mixing laughter and conversation with soft and playful kisses. Finally Abby stood, her magnificent body fully exposed before Judson who was still blown away by it, despite having enjoyed it fully.

“Be right back”

Abby left the room and made her way down the stairs to the kitchen where she retrieved two cold bottles of flavored water from her refrigerator. Upon returning to the bedroom, she offered one to Judson, who took it willingly. He took a sip, then a long swallow before placing it on the nightstand. Abby eyed him as he stood up, strong feelings again starting to stir at the site of him. Judson stepped toward the foot of the bed.

“Where are you going?”

“Right here,” replied Judson.

He made a semicircle around the bed returning to her side, where he bent over and kissed her, this time not so gently. Abby moaned approvingly. Judd wanted her again and Abby was just as aroused. He began to make love to her. This time, his movements were slower and focused on bringing pleasure to the beautiful creature before him. Abby participated fully, as their frenzied sex of a few minutes before matured to a lovemaking of caresses, kisses and the joining of their bodies in an effort to give and receive pleasure. Judd and Abby made love for the next several hours, resting between only long enough to recover and to sip and snack on fruit that Abby retrieved between sessions. The last thing Judd remembered seeing was the clock by the bedside displaying a bright 4:00 a.m.

The next morning Judson woke to the smell of breakfast. The smell of the bacon was unmistakable and inviting. As he opened his eyes, he saw Abby smiling at him from the doorway, clad in her robe, her hair wet from her morning shower.

“O.K., handsome. Roll out. Towels are in the bathroom. Breakfast is served in ten.”

Judson grinned at Abby, stood up draping the sheet around him. Abby laughed at his newly acquired attempt at modesty. Judson laughed too, but kept the sheet around him as he made his way to the shower. After bathing, Judd slipped back into the clothes of the previous evening, smiling at the freshly pressed shirt and slacks he had cast aside with reckless disregard the night before. Was there anything Abby didn”t think of?

As he made his way downstairs, his nose led him to the kitchen where Abby was pouring coffee into his mug. Beside it was a plate of steaming pancakes and two strips of bacon. Judson dove in. The night”s activities had left him famished. Abby sat across the small round table, eating her breakfast. The two kept looking at each other, smiling in silence. Small talk ensued.

“You really do have a really beautiful place here.”

“Thanks, Judd. I bought it about two years after Paul”s death. As always, he was thinking of Shannon and me. He left us well provided for.”

“How long have you been working at the bookstore?”

“I”ve worked there for about nine years. I”ve owned it for the past six years.”

“You own the bookstore?” Judson was clearly impressed.

Abby smiled. “Yeah, and I love it. It became available from the previous owner, I had the money, my accountant thought it was a good investment, so I bought it.”

“Wow!” exclaimed Judd.

“It has been my life, along with Shannon. So, how is the hardware business?”

“Terrible,” Judson said with a smile. “I have to convince Dad that we need to sell the place or make some use of the property. The new superstore has killed business. I”m only a caretaker at the moment.”

After a few more minutes of safe conversation, Abby changed the subject. “I have to tell you something. I don”t want you to get the wrong idea.”

Judd cringed inwardly at what sounded like the opening lines of a good-bye.

“Last night.” She paused. “Last night was not typical for me.”

Judd chuckled. “Nor for me.”

“No, Judd, really. I mean, I have never done anything like that on a first date, or with anyone for whom I didn”t have really strong feelings. I haven”t had a lot of lovers.”

“Abby, I don”t think this was our first date. Just our first one in a while.”

“Twenty-four years.”

Judson nodded.

“I just don”t know what to say. I mean, that was so long ago, and yet last night….” Her words trailed off.

“Abby, last night was wonderful. I have never experienced anything like it. And, while I would never be presumptuous, I hope we can at least keep an open mind about each other. I”d hate to think this was a one-time event.”

Abby arched her eyebrows.

“And I don”t mean the sex. I mean the feelings that were there, at least for me.” Judson searched for words. “Abby, it may sound foolish, but those were real for me last night. At least I think they were.”

Abby stood and came around and kissed Judson softly on the lips. “I know. And as far as I”m concerned, my mind is open. I don”t know if I can move as fast as last night indicated, but I would love to spend more time with you. To get to know you again.”

“Is there another man in your life?” asked Judson.

“No. There have been no serious relationships since Paul”s death. Well, maybe one. But, despite our rocky start, Paul and I were so happy and he was wonderful to Shannon. After I lost him, other men didn”t measure up. And, my life has been full, with the store and with Shannon.”

“Tell me about Shannon.”

Abby stared at Judson. “She”s a treasure. Looks a little like me, but has more of her Dad”s qualities.” Abby paused. “She also has his zest for adventure. She is what kept me going in the early years after my loss.”

“I”d love to meet her.”

Abby nodded, silently.

“So tell me about Chicago. Was it all you had hoped for?”

“Yes,” answered Judson, surprised at the change of subject. “At least in the beginning. But after a few years, the glitz and glamour wore off, and it became more like a job. But, I can”t say it was ever boring.”

“Did you ever consider returning home, that is, before now?”

“Oh yeah, from time to time. But, to be honest, when I heard you had married, I realized then that there was no coming back, at least until Dad got sick.”

A car door slammed.

“Expecting anyone?” asked Judd.

“Nope, probably a salesman.”

The front door opened and a cheerful voice called out, “Mom. It”s me!”

“Oh shit!” exclaimed Abby. “It”s Shannon.”

Judson sensed the panic and knew this would be awkward for Abby. “Shall I slip out the back way?”

There was no time for Abby to answer. Her daughter made her way down the hallway. “Whose car is that out front?”

The young woman entered the kitchen. She looked at her mother and at the man sitting at the table, realizing immediately the nature of their situation.

“Judd? What are you doing here?” Her voice broke. “Mom, what is this?”

“Shannon?” Abby was confused. She looked at her daughter then at Judson.

“Libby?” said Judd. “Shannon? You”re …Shannon? I thought…Libby?” He looked at Abby.

“She”s my daughter, Shannon Elizabeth. But obviously you two know each other”

Three sets of eyes moved from one face to the other.

“Damn you, Judd! Damn you!” Libby began to cry. “How could you?”

“Judd?” Abby”s face was panicked.

“Libby… Abby. I don”t know what…let me…”

“Go to hell, Judd!” Libby turned and stormed back out.

Judson and Abby followed after her, only to see her climb into her car and speed away.

“Judson, what the hell is going on? If you”ve done anything to my daughter…” Abby”s anger was boiling.

“Abby…”

She was beyond discussing the matter. “Leave! Get the hell out! I have to find Shannon.” She headed up the stairs to dress.

Judd was motionless. He yelled after her, “I”ll call you.”

Judson returned home, crushed and frustrated. Shaken from all that had occurred in the past few hours, he tried to reconstruct the events of recent weeks. Could he have known? Had he done something wrong? What did he miss? He debated calling Abby later that afternoon, but knew better. It was too soon. Abby was assuming he had slept with her daughter. Thankfully, he hadn”t. Judson berated himself for the next few hours for his stupidity. “You”re a middle aged idiot who was flattered that a young woman was interested in you. You lost all sense of reality. You fool! Now look what you”ve done.”

Judson remembered dinner plans with his folks only when they called to remind him that dinner was on the table. Though he tried to make conversation and behave in a normal manner, they knew something was wrong.

Upon returning home, Judson didn”t sleep that evening. All he could think of was how he had hurt two really nice people. And though he knew it was not intentional, he was not sure they ever would. He did know that Libby had been an innocent fantasy and nothing more. Abby was the real thing. But any chance of a future with her was gone forever.

Judson arose groggily the next morning and went through the motions of opening the store. Even Josh noticed something was different, asking Judson several times if he was OK. Judd assured him he was fine. The morning dragged on forever.

Judson was passing time reorganizing the register area when he saw the car drive up. The crème colored Lexus was unfamiliar to Josh and not the car of a salesman or a hardware customer, at least not from this community.

Abby stepped out and gracefully made her way toward the entrance. Judson”s heart jumped. Josh whistled lowly. Judson frowned at him. “Find something to do, Josh”

Abby entered the store and looked at Judson, offering a slight smile. “Hi, Judd.”

Judson searched for the proper expression. “Hi, Abby.”

“We need to talk. Can I buy you lunch?”

“Uhh, OK. I mean, sure. When?”

“Right now, if you can break away.”

“Oh, OK, Hey, Josh. I”m taking an early lunch. Watch the store.”

“Got it,” replied Josh.

Judson followed Abby to her car and slid into the passenger seat. Like her house, the car was beautiful, but not overstated. They drove in silence as Abby headed back into town. Judson assumed she would pick the restaurant. He chose to not speak unless spoken to. He felt guilty of something, but didn”t know what or why.

She turned into a popular restaurant, which Judd had frequented on occasion. “This OK?”

“Sure,” replied Judson.

They entered and Abby looked around, spotting a booth in the corner. “Can we have that booth?” she asked the greeter.

When they were seated, the server brought water and took their orders. Both ordered salads.

“Abby, I don”t know what to say.” Judd could bear the silence no longer.

“Judd, let me speak. Just listen… please.”

Judson nodded.

“I caught up with Shannon, or Libby as she is known to you and most of her friends. We spent the afternoon and evening fighting, crying and finally by daylight, laughing. She is an incredible young woman, she loves me deeply as do I her. And Judd, you hurt both of us deeply. And for a few hours, neither of us ever wanted to see you again.”

“I”m sorry…”

Abby waved him off. “Just listen. As we talked, we both realized that you had done nothing wrong. Shannon told me about her flirtations with you, and finally admitted that you had resisted her up to the point that no man could. She can be a bit impetuous, I”ll admit. I think she gets that attribute from her father. But, Judd, she assures me that nothing has happened between you two. I believe her unless you tell me differently.”

Judson shook his head, confirming what Libby had told her mother.

“I still have strong feelings for you and I think you do for me as well. And, Shannon, being the mature young lady that she is, at least most of the time, is fine if you and I choose to have a future relationship. After I tell you what I have to say, you may or may not have an interest in that regard.”

Judson”s face revealed the puzzlement he was experiencing.

“Do you remember the last time we were together, when you asked me to go away with you and I said I couldn”t?”

Judson nodded.

“Judd, we both knew better, but we ended up making love. That was the last time before this past Saturday. Remember? In our private parking spot on your folk”s property near the river?

“Of course, I remember.”

“Well, if you remember, you weren”t prepared, or protected, as we say today.”

Judd froze. His face displayed the shock of realizing the truth Abby was about to confirm.

“Yes, Judd. Shannon is your daughter.”

Judd was speechless. He could only stammer, “But, you should have…why didn”t…”

“Why didn”t I tell you? Good question. I was eighteen and I was hurt and angry. You can never know the anger I felt toward you for breaking my heart, for moving away, for getting me pregnant. You left the next week and I made a vow that I would never tell you, your family, or even Shannon.”

“Paul?”

“Paul knew. About six weeks later, I knew I was pregnant. I also knew that Paul was crazy about me. So I agreed to go out with him, and I seduced him. He was more than agreeable. A few weeks later, I told him I was pregnant. He assumed the child was his and proposed immediately. We agreed to run away and get married”

“I thought you said he knew.”

“He did. I realized a couple of weeks later that couldn”t deceive him that way. He was such a good man. I told him the truth the next day. But, he was so crazy about me that he forgave my attempt at deceit. A week later, he again asked if I would marry him. I was desperate and said yes. Fortunately for Shannon and me, he turned out to be a loving husband and father, the only father she ever knew. Paul told his folks she was his child. Mine assumed the same. They all supported us through school and we had a really happy marriage. Obviously, that was somewhat jaded by the guilt which I have carried around for not telling you. But I couldn”t do that to Shannon, or to Paul”s parents. So, I”ve lied to her all these years as well, you see.

“But, then when yesterday”s turn of events occurred, I had to make sure that nothing ever happened between you two, so I had to tell her. Now I am telling you. Judd, I”m sorry. But, I did the best I knew how.”

Judd sat in stunned silence.

“Can you forgive me, Judd?”

Silence.

Abby rose to leave. “I”ll leave you alone with your thoughts. But please try to forgive me.”

Judd took her hand. “Wait, Abby. I”m sorry. I just don”t know what to say. I don”t feel anger or anything right now. Just drained. But I do know I don”t want to lose you again. I just don”t know how this will feel in a few days or weeks. Or how we”ll work through it, but I really want to. And I don”t want to see Libby, err, Shannon hurt. Are you sure she”s OK?”

Abby sat back down. “Yeah, I think she”s fine. As I said, we cried all night, but by this morning she was laughing at the notion of finding her dad to be so sexy.”

“Will she talk to me?”

“Yep.”

“Really?”

“Judd, I told you, she is an exceptional woman. As a matter of fact, I am supposed to deliver a message from her to you.”

“Oh?”

“Yes. She will pick you up this Saturday evening as you originally planned. She is determined to keep her date with the handsome owner of the hardware store. She seems to think it”s time she got to know you. I feel the same way.”

Abby took Judd”s hand. He clasped his other hand around hers.

“We can make this work, Abby. And I really want to.”

“Yes, we can.” Abby leaned across the booth and kissed Judson softly. “Now, let”s have lunch. I”m starved.”