messing with the pattern in her head. She knew that people love and leave. He came back. Maybe. Just temporary. Ok.
Gastron leaned over and kissed her slowly and thoroughly. “Good morning darling”. This felt like cultural nicks at play. Here in The Bahamas, darling, boo, sweety , honey were all accepted as carefree endearment. She also read somewher e that French men were romantic very expressive. She licked her lips wickedly and slowly, then watched his eyes flared in reaction. Payback. Her laughter tinkled.
She wasn’t to know that her eyes had a pensive look. She had less dread of what was ahead, but ..... “ Where are you off to? I thought we could have breakfast and walk the beach for a while ”. Gastron’s quest broke into her musings.
“I have to complete some business today”, she said slowly. Gastron waited for her to explain. She didn’t.
“Let me take you there. I have to go into town anyway.” He wanted to be there for her, but he didn’t want her to feel pressured. She nodded jerkily. Azolee gestured for him to lead her to the car. Gastron seated her and strolled around to the driver’s side. He knew he was overstepping boundaries, but he also knew that even if she didn’t say it, some gut instinct told him she needed someone. And that someone was going to be him. He spent part of his morning thinking of his father. He knew how it felt to desire someone beyond reason, so he forgave his father’s affair, if there was one.
She noticed that he pulled into the parking lot at the law office without asking her destination. “Want some company?” Independence warred with need. She was used to going it alone. Nana had often had to push beyond her stubbornness to assist her. She gave her consent. Opening her door, he held her to him for a brief moment, kissed her neck and ushered her inside.
Mr. Saunders looked anxiously from one to the other. When he was sure that Azolee was alright, he sat back, ready to do business. The secretary poised ready to take notes. Mr. Saunders began the preambles in a monotonous voice. None could have changed or reenact the next few minutes when he said, “I decree my estate combined with all of my assets in the Bahamas to the value of 2.5 million to my one living relative in the above mentioned country – Azolee Laterre Rolle . In addition to this, the said is also to be the sole owner of the thirty-nine percent shares in Sabienne’s Publishing House. The conditions are as follows:
i . Her last name is to be changed to Delacroix
ii . She is to visit and become familiar with her kinfolk in France at her
readiness .
iii . She is to spend one year as one of the Board of Directors for the Publi shing House in France (the terms were made when the shares were bought).
Azolee’s shock was profound. She had no idea that Nana was so wealthy . She realized that ever since the death of her.........of Nana that her life had taken a paradigm shift. She looked up and realized that Gastron was showing no shock. His face was unreadable.
CHAPTER NINE
Mu ch later, while driving home, Gastron swerved instead towards the marina. “ I have a surprise. ” He led her toward a sleek 75 feet long yacht that was named Sabienne’s Pub on it. It was a luxurious one and it was kept in mint condition.
“ Let’s go o ut for a day, you need the break . ” He saw her heightened interest before she nodded un enthusias tically. He m otioned to the captain and he led Azolee into the dining room area. She realized that she showed no reaction, this trip should have reminded her of the past negative experiences, but it didn’t. Gastron was not Soulier , neither was he disrespectful. He knew he didn’t have to do this. In addition, she was trying to get a handle on the fact that her life had taken on a brand new