A.J. Llewellyn - Phantom Lover 02 - Fly Me to the Moon by A.J. Llewellyn

Author:A.J. Llewellyn [Llewellyn, A.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

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imo rewarded me with a wonderful breakfast at our favorite breakfast place—Ken’s House of Pancakes in Hilo. He was watching me now, drinking in the way I was licking my fork. I was wondering if it would be rude to lick my plate when he asked me, “Darling, would you like some more pancakes?”

I nodded happily and the waitress rushed right over when Kimo looked in her direction. The girls here knew us well. In the weeks since we’d been doing our hula show, we came here almost every day.

When we did the show, we often came in late at night since the place was open twenty-four hours. They liked us because we ordered the same thing each time, making their jobs easy. Plus, we tipped very well.

“Can we have a tall stack of regular pancakes, please, Mary?” Kimo asked her. “We’re going to need some more apple chicken sausage, another

coffee, oh and some more coconut syrup, please.”

She hurried away. The place was packed, but I was too busy playing footsies with my husband to pay too much attention to the people standing in line waiting for tables.

“It’s Five Gold Rings today.” Kimo’s eyes bored into mine. You got anything special planned, oh sexy one?”

“Of course I do. Do you know me at all, Kimo?” He burst into laughter then. “Can you tell me what involves?” His hands were on my thighs. I would have sold every last state secret if I’d been a spy.

“It…ah…it involves a Farmers Market stop and then home.” Man, I could not think straight.

He took pity on me, removing those hands from me. “You and me at home naked, eating great food, having great sex. And five gold rings.”

Mary chose that moment to put our order on the table. She shook her head and hurried away to the next table.

Kimo’s hands were back on me now. “Naked, as in all day?”

“We have the house to ourselves,” I reminded him feeding him some hot pancakes smothered in coconut syrup.

“Lopaka, these days of Christmas just keep getting better and better. You’re better than Santa Claus.”

“That’s because I’m your ho ho ho.” Kimo threw his head back and laughed.

* * * * We hit the Hilo Farmers Market on the corner of Kamehameha and Mamo Streets nice and early since we’d been up and at ‘em since dawn. Kimo and I were in the same space, happy and well-fed and looking forward to getting down and dirty back home. We loved shopping here since everything was fresh and organically grown. It was a matter of pride on the Big Island that the volcanic soil allowed fertile growing without the use of pesticides. We went straight to the fish guy who greeted us like family.

“I got fresh opakapaka, red snapper.” He pointed to a big wooden tray. “And this ahi, yellowfin tuna is smokin’ it’s so good.”

“We’ll take all the opakapaka and a pound of the ahi,” my husband said. We had a routine. We paid and darted off to the fruit and vegetable stand while the fisherman told the next people, “Ah sorry.

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