Read A Jewel in the Sun for Free Online Page B

her. He could nt push her to make decision either. She was a phenomenon. She offered so little information without being coy or uncommunicative. He wanted to reach her, but the walls were so subtle. They had fun, they danced, they loved, laughed and slept, but he was still barred by a wall that was so subtle and indefinable.
     
    They were playing scrabble one day and he asked her if she thought she could live in France.
    “Why not?” she asked nonchalantly. “Do you think you can live in The Bahamas?” His eyes widened. “I mean really live here?” she waited his response with her eyes on the game.
     
    “I have been here for two weeks already” he sputtered in his thick accent. “I have experienced the life here.” To this, she raised her eye brow.
    “Ever attended a festival? Overnight camped? Ate a true Bahamian feast?” She challenged.
     
    He knew that she googled him, his company and his family. She knew of their stickler for tradition, his family traditions. He just met hi s match. She was telling him what his mother and others had always told him. “Loosen up, Live a little.” Deep down, he knew she was a fraid of all that was before her .
    In some indefinable fashion, if he couldn’t or wouldn’t do it, she would be justified not obeying the conditions of the will. Her way of asking for him to hold her hand, was by challenging him to break away from the known to ex perience the unknown. No Etienne could ever back down from a challenge, neither could they ignore a perceived need. And when that need was coming from his woman? There is no option.
     
     
    Junkanoo in June was something to behold in Nassau . The dancing, the array of colors, the gay sounds of laughter and life were stimulating. It wasn’t difficult to get into the flow. He felt the need to free himself. His employees, especially those at the Headquart ers in France would admit him to the medecin for professional help if they could see him now. T hen, there were others who thought that the time for him to have fun was long overdue, he thought wry ly. He s wayed to the beat, albeit not on time, but it was a music that could easily become a part of him.
     
    He watched her skip, hop, sway and gyrate. She was beautiful, his woman. She raised her arms and moved her lower body as she leveled herself slowly to the ground. He saw one of the young male dancers, take her by the waist and place his leg between hers and they both moved as one. Gastro n face turned thunderous and he made a move to deal with the dancer, Azolee’s smile at him stopped him. Her smile let him know that none held a candle to him. His heart received a coup de tat .
    “Je l’ aime ” ,  he whispered to his heart. “ Oui , his heart whispered Mon dieu! Je l'aime. Seul le cœur connaît le contenu de l'entendre.  
    When she beckoned to him , he went without hesitation and allowed her to lead him into dance. He leaned down and kissed her passionately, sated with his recently discovered feelings. Tonight they were going to the Dundas Centre. He wished that he could spend some time alone with her to examine his feelings in detail, but a promise was a promise.
     
    Six hours later, he was dressed in a black linen formal shirt with a dark blue slack.  She had on a dimple bronze sheath that draped he curves intimately.  Her feet were adorned with strapped stiletto of the same shade as the dress. The y found the arc of her instep so sexily and emphasize the long sleek length of her legs .
     
    They made a striking pair as they entered the center. They were led to front ro w as Gastron had . He preferred French opera, but enjoyed Bahamian songs and dances of the past. Halfway through the show, he realized that in participating in the culture, he was gaining an insight into
    who she was – ideologies, dance , beliefs etc. In spite of this back drop, he knew that his woman was unique. There was absolutely none like her. That night he made love to her as if she was the most