Rock and Roll Never Forgets (The Rock and Roll Trilogy) by Barbara Stewart Read Free Book Online

said about the cottage as he fixed drinks. “I could afford something in this area because it ’s not the touristy part of the island. It’s heaven to me and I come as often as I can.”
    It was beautiful, very white and tropical . N o dark walls and no carpet. The floors were a speckled stone with rugs here and there. The windows had sheer curtains and white plantation shutters. The furniture was wicker. There was a big overstuffed sofa with tropical print pillows. The accents were light-colored and tropical as well. Beach and seaside town-scene watercolors adorned the walls. Soft colors and a woman ’ s touch here and there…
    “My mom,” he said, as though he could read her mind, and she laughed. “She came over when I bought it. I’m not so good at that decorating stuff and she enjoyed it. The paintings are local. You’ll see tomorrow,” he said handing her the drink. “A lady here on the island did them for me.” He took a sip of his drink and pulled the band from his hair shaking it loose.
     
    I LOVE when he does that!
     
    “I love it here,” he told her, and she could see why. They got comfy on the sofa and spent the next hour talking. When he showed her to the bedroom, there were hibiscus flowers placed on each pillow on the bed that she didn’t notice on the earlier quick tour of the cottage. It was sweet and beautiful. She stepped into the bathroom to get ready for bed and when she came out Andy stood waiting. She stepped into his open arms and he lifted the nightie she had just put on over her head and she laughed.
    “I’ve waited ten days to feel you, so you won’t need this,” he said. T hey fell into bed , on sheets that were soft and smelled of lavender. Andy wrapped her in his arms and they made love.
    In the middle of the night a clawing, scratching sound sent Beth flying up, yelling, from a deep sleep. Andy took a flashlight from a drawer beside the bed and shined it on the screen to show a huge land crab clawing its way along, a true “welcome” to the islands!
    Saturday morning was sunny and beautiful. Andy rose, slipped on a pair of shorts and went shirtless to the kitchen, returning with a big plastic bowl, and a grin. He opened the doors and went out. Lying in bed, Beth could smell the outside. It was sweet and salty and she got up to have a peek. A minute later, curious to see what he was doing, she went out. She rounded the corner to a very loud THUD! She found Andy standing there with a big grin on his face holding the bowl. He tipped it to show the contents. There was a coconut with a large crack. Beth followed him to the kitchen, where he finished splitting the coconut, putting the water into a pitcher, and chunked the ‘meat’ into a bowl. He took a bottle of rum and covered the coconut meat with the gold-colored liquid.
    Beth watched intently, wondering… ‘S urely to goodness that is not part of our breakfast.’
    “You’ll see later,” he said, and raised his eyebrows, much like Grouch o Marx, and grinned when he saw the look on her face.
    They ate sweet, fresh, pineapple, bananas and mangoes from the island, along with toasted Bahamian bread that Edwina left for them for breakfast. Andy told her more about Edwina, the woman who lived next door , while they ate .
    “I met her when I bought the cottage and she ‘adopted’ me. She takes care of things here when I’m away and gets everything ready when I let her know I’m coming. She’s a sweet, special lady and I love her,” he said with a big, genuine , smile that touched Beth’s heart. He’d already captured it, and now pieces of him kept moving in, taking up more space.
    After breakfast they began a day of exploring. Beth had never even heard of Eleuthera before the trip.
    “It’s part of the Bahamas but not as commercial as s ome of the better-known islands, ” Andy told her. “It’s long and narrow and Rock Sound is just a little south of the middle of the island.”
    The village was old with