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greatly.” He looked at her squarely. “I’m very sorry for your loss.”
    The light apparently dawned in her brain at the exact moment the thought pierced his. “That’s why—” she began.
    “—the demolitions conference, ” he finished.
    Mac recovered quickly. “But you were flying to Hawaii, not Boston. I wasn’t snooping, but I saw part of your ticket.”
    “Family obligation.” Keko left it at that.
    Kamaka prodded Keko out of the way, steered the luggage trolley toward the doors. “Well, kiddies, this has been a real gas, but yours truly is fainting from hunger.
    I’ve had nothing to eat except a few peanuts and little, tiny pretzels. I need sustenance.
    Real sustenance.”
    Keko followed. “Bullshit. You could survive a famine of at least six months’
    duration. One more cheddar-bacon burger, and the post office is going to assign a separate zip code just for you.”
    Kamaka shook his head slowly. “You’re a harsh, bitter woman, Kailani Holokai.
    And soon, you’ll be a harsh, bitter, old woman.”
    “Bite me, Ma-ka-ha .” She drew the word out, snarked at the big man.
    ” Ka-ma-ka . And you wish I would. Maybe just a little nibble. You know what they say, once you go gay, there’s no other way.” He blew her a kiss.
    She flipped him the bird.
    Mac shook his head, slapped his palm against the metal wall button that swung open the doors. And these are my experts. Great . Just what I need, pre-school kiddies battling between themselves.
    They headed for a big SUV parked in the no parking zone, the only vehicle emblazoned with Sheriff on the side, bold gold lettering across a white circle. He slowed his stride, which gave him the opportunity to observe the sexy sway of Keko Holokai’s trim hips as she marched down the sidewalk. She was obviously still in a foul frame of mind.
    Oh yeah, it’s her all right. He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the memory .
    It’s her, with the incredible tattoo of a fiery phoenix rising from the ashes on her naked back.
    Now, with her clothes on, the phoenix’s tail feathers peeked out between the bottom edge of her vest and the top of her waistband. The wing feathers shot out from the armholes of her vest as the unfurled wing tips crept along the outer edges of her shoulders.
    And I’d remember that perfect ass anywhere . Hoo-ya.
    * * * * *
    “Do you want to eat first, get settled first, or go out to the site first?” Mac had pulled up in front of the police station, about a block from what looked like the town square, let the truck idle.
    Keko glanced at him from the passenger seat, hoped he didn’t notice. Not only did he notice, but her body swore the sparkle in his eyes promised good things to come.
    Her hoo-hah remembered how good he’d been, which left her poor sex to twitch and tingle. Now is so not the time for this . Can he really be the MacBride?
    “The site first.” Her voice sounded firm. At least, she hoped it did.
    From the back seat, Kamaka whined.
    The sheriff looked in the rear view mirror. “Sorry, friend, we don’t have fast food joints around here. There is a great diner two blocks down the street, the Hungry Bear Café, an easy walk. Open ‘round the clock, good food, reasonable prices. Put it on our tab.”
    He handed Kamaka his business card. “You could come back here to the station and make yourself cozy until I get back. Or catch a ride out to the site with one of the Fibbies. They’re sharing the last vacant suite at the Cata-Lodge Hotel, and the other motels are full. Autumn tourist season. The FBI guys are working in shifts to cover Smitty’s place. Or—”
    “Diner works for me.” Kamaka slid his bulk out of the SUV with surprising ease, then headed toward the Hungry Bear, seemingly oblivious to the slight chill in the air.
    “Catch ya later, boss lady.”
    Just like that, he was gone.
    “What’s with the names?”
    She cocked her head. “Excuse me?”
    “Your buddy’s name. It changes.”
    “Ah.” She