10 Days in Paradise (Tropical Nights) by Haymore J

Author:Haymore, J. [Haymore, J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jennifer Haymore
Published: 2016-12-01T08:00:00+00:00

Day Six

Celeste

Crossing the island in the early morning was like passing through a weather portal. One moment we were driving through Kona’s desert wasteland, and I covered my arms to keep them from getting scorched by the harsh sun. Then I blinked, and we were driving through a soft, green country, through fog, wind and mist, and I kept my arms covered to ward off the chill.

My mouth ached from smiling. Kanoe’s presence did that to me. He was fun. Fun to play with, fun to talk with, fun to have sex with. I felt energetic and clearheaded. In a few days, I’d be ready to dive into work with renewed energy.

The only things that cast a pall over the situation were the constant phone calls and emails from work. Though I’d ignored the continuous calls from Mike, I’d had to deal with an apologetic Miranda several times. Just this morning, Miranda had admitted Caleb had been wrong to say they didn’t need me, and that the accounts I’d been working on were suffering in my absence. Six days ago, that would have brought me comfort, but now I began to view my iPhone as an irritating distraction. The most shocking thing of all was that I really didn’t want to work, even though I should technically be preparing for the Goderich presentation.

The simple truth was, I’d rather be with Kanoe. And damn it, I was on vacation. So I hoped Mike had it covered and could give me a thorough rundown before the meeting tomorrow.

It was pouring when Kanoe and I arrived at Aunty Nanette’s. We slid and tripped down the path to the house, laughing and soaking wet by the time we reached the shelter of the lanai. Going out for food in this weather didn’t sound appealing, so we ransacked the pantry and scraped together a lunch of packaged macaroni and cheese, popcorn and Coke, the only edible items to be found.

After lunch, we drove to the airport for a helicopter tour. Kanoe seemed excited but also a little on edge as we drove into the sheeting rain. He kept glancing at me, opening his mouth as if to say something, then looking away.

“What? You keep starting to talk to me, then stopping. What is it?”

Kanoe pressed his lips together, then shook his head. “You’ll see.”

“A surprise of some kind?”

“Maybe…” he said cryptically. “Maybe not.”

I made a noise of impatience. “Tell me!”

“Nope.”

“Ugh! You’re not going to tell me, are you?”

“Nope.”

“But you’ll tell me later?”

“Yeah.”

“So you’re going to make me wait?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re driving me crazy, Kanoe. How long are you going to make me wait?”

“Not long.” He flashed me a grin. “Anyway, I like driving you crazy. Now stop asking questions and let me drive. And stop scratching.”

“All right, fine.” I held up my hand in a gesture of surrender. I hadn’t realized I’d been scratching, but now the mosquito bites on my legs burned. I’d gotten most of these bites from that first day at Aunty Nanette’s house, and they still hadn’t healed.

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