Stolen Magic by A.J. Llewellyn

Author:A.J. Llewellyn [Llewellyn, A.J.]
Language: nld
Format: epub
Tags: erotic MM, Romance MM
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

anai has a reputation for being dry and not

Lparticularly beautiful, but I fell in love with it

the second we walked up to his house on Kapiha’a

Place. I hadn’t given much thought to what I

expected from his family home, but was charmed

by the pretty paniolo, cowboy-style pale green

house with red trim and wrap-around lanai. An

old Woody station wagon waited out front and

Koa’s hand ran lovingly over the side panels.

“This is my baby.”

I was so shocked he left it out in the open and

that it looked freshly washed.

“Oh, no. I get Gerry, my old neighbor, to come

over and start her up and he washed her for me

when I told him we were coming. This here darlin’

is the only woman you will have to share me with.

Her name is Jemima, because she always looks

tastier than pancakes to me.”

I laughed and the front door to the neighbor’s

house opened. Koa released my hand, waving to

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the old Asian man coming toward us in a spry

slippah-shuffle.

“Man, you did us proud,” he grinned. “Where’s

your belt?”

“I don’t have it yet. The one I held after the

fight belongs to the other guy. I’m still waiting for

mine.”

“Still, you’re champion of the world.” The old

guy rocked on his heels. “Folks here sure are

proud of you.”

“Thank you, Gerry. I want you to meet my

friend Manalo. He’s going to be staying with me a while.”

“Good to know you, Manalo.” Gerry shook my

hand with a firm grip. “Where’s the girl you

brought here last time, Koa? She was a looker.”

“She’s not around anymore.”

I tried not to feel hurt that Koa had told me he’d never brought anybody he loved here before.

Maybe he meant he’d never brought another man

he loved here.

“That’s my boy Koa, breaker of women’s

hearts,” Gerry laughed.

“I’m not that bad.” Koa looked embarrassed.

“Yes, you are. If I looked like you, if I had your

world championship, I’d chew ‘em up and spit

‘em out, too. That last one though, man, you hit

the jackpot there.”

“I can’t even remember her.”

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“She was Miss America, Koa. You can’t forget

Miss America.”

Koa looked at me, a spooked expression in his

eyes. Maybe he could tell I was wondering how

long it would take to swim back to Maui.

“Still, plenty of your other conquests around,”

Gerry gloated.

Great. Just what I need.

“Well, we’ll be seeing you.” Koa walked up the

dark red stairs leading to his front door, unlocked

it, letting me into the house. I smelled lemon

furniture polish and knew somebody had spruced

the place up for him. Then the phone started

ringing.

“This is nuts,” he said after the third

congratulatory invitation to dinner, drinks

and…more.

I stood in the hallway, leaning against the wall,

alone with the ghosts of his past, listening to Koa

chit-chat with one woman after another. For two

hours, he fielded dozens of calls and even did a

couple of phone interviews with boxing reporters

who were anxious for a word with the champ. He

begged off from seeing all of the women who kept

calling, it was true, but this was supposed to be

our relaxing vacation.

If Miss America called, I would be a sitting

duck. Stop the holiday. I want to get off.

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