his horrible secret, when the truth came out. Would she look at him with pity, or with contempt and disgust? Could he bear to see that, in her soft green eyes?
He looked at her with torment in his face.
âOh, donât look like that,â she said with concern. âWhateverâs wrong, it will all come right one day. Really it will. You have to look for miracles or they donât happen, Philippe.â
âHow do you know that something is wrong?â he asked at once.
She frowned. âI donât know. But something is.â
His breath caught in his throat. His fingers tightened on hers. He looked into her eyes and knew at that moment that he wasnât going to be able to let her go.
Chapter Four
âI t isnât something Iâve said, is it?â Gretchen asked, breaking into his thoughts. âI know that Iâm very opinionated. I didnât mean to be rudeâ¦â
He brought her fingers to his lips and then released them. âIt isnât anything youâve said. In fact, I quite admire your attitude,â he added with a smile. âMuslim women value their virtue. But it is a rather unusual trait in this day and age.â
âThatâs what everyone says, all right,â she agreed whimsically. She averted her eyes. âMy parents were very strict and deeply religious.â She toyed with a button on her shirt. âI suppose youâre Muslim?â
âNo,â he said unexpectedly.
That brought her face up. She searched his eyes curiously.
âI am a Christian,â he said unexpectedly, and without explanation. âAnd so are many of my people. We are almost equally divided between Muslim, Christian and Jew. It makes for interesting politics,â he added with a grin.
âIâm surprised at how much I donât know about this part of the world,â she told him. âI thought everybody was Arab, and Muslim. But Iâve learned already that many of the people who were born in Morocco are Berbers, not Arabs.â
âA people very proud of their ancient heritage,â he agreed. âThe Berber language is not a written one, either. It is passed down from generation to generation verbally, and its history is woven into the carpets they sell, story by story.â
âIâd love to see them,â she said.
âTomorrow,â he promised. âIâll have Bojo take us on a walking tour of the city.â
âIâve already been, but I didnât want to look at carpets,â she said sadly. âI didnât realize what I was missing.â
He chuckled. âSomething to anticipate,â he said. âNow, I still have some telephone calls to make, so I must leave you. Iâll be along for you just before eight.â
âI only have one dress with me,â she told him. âItâs a lacy white Mexican dressâ¦â
He guessed her thoughts from the worry on her face. âAnd you think I may be ashamed of you, because you arenât wearing something very expensive?â
âYes,â she said honestly.
He smiled. âIâm sure that whatever you wear will be charming,â he said gently. âI look forward to tonight.â
He left her there on the swing and she watched his elegant back as he walked away. One thing this country had already impressed on her was the grace of movement that these people seemed to share with Arabs. Nobody ever seemed to hurry. It was a wonderful slow pace that suited the easy manner of life and business, unrushed, unharried. She wondered whimsically if anyone here ever got ulcers. She really doubted it.
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She dressed with more care than ever that evening. It had been months since Daryl had taken her out and pretended to be in love with her. She thought of him with mingled shame and self-contempt. Sheâd been easy prey for him, in love for the first time in her life and flattered that such a handsome young man should be so
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