her energy diverted as it was, she couldn’t see it for anything but what it was, despite Kalani’s exclamations.
“Just give it a good old clean up and wow ,” he said, “it’s looking just like those beaches by the resorts. Just needs a bit of care, that’s all.”
“Yes,” Angelique said.
Lorenza crossed her arms and stared at the beach. It was clear she had no imagination at all.
“You don’t like it?” Kalani asked. His face fell.
“I do,” said Angelique. “I just need some more time to work out what I really feel about it.”
“I understand,” said Kalani. “You can’t make these kind of decisions just like that. “Why don’t we go and see the other piece we have lined up?”
“I’ve got a headache,” said Angelique. “Do you think we could take a rain check?”
“Aww, man, I’m so sorry to hear that,” said Kalani. “I get migraines, they really suck, don’t they?”
“They sure do,” said Angelique.
She really was beginning to feel a tight band around her head from the pressure.
Kalani led the way back through the bush and drove them back to the hotel. Kalani cranked up some Hawaiian folk music on the car radio, steel guitar notes twanging out and up into the tropical breeze, and no one talked until he dropped them off at the hotel door.
“Thanks Kalani,” Angelique said. “I’ll call you about the other property and we’ll go up sometime.”
“Sure thing, beautiful flower,” Kalani replied. “Bye, Lorenza.”
Lorenza gave him a vague wave without turning her head as she went into the lobby.
“Did I offend her or something?” Kalani asked.
“No, no, don’t worry about that,” said Angelique. “She doesn’t like anyone.”
Kalani shared a conspiratorial grin, then sped off.
Lorenza was nowhere to be seen by the time Angelique got into the lobby. Angelique ran straight to the elevator, pounding on the button. She wanted, needed , to get to Theo’s room as soon as she could, before Lorenza could get her claws into him.
The elevator seemed to take forever to come, and when it did it was packed with a disoriented family with too much luggage, trying to find out where their room was.
She dashed over to the stairs instead, vaulting up them two at a time until she reached their floor. She ran down the hallway and knocked on Theo’s door.
“Theo,” she said. “It’s me, Angelique.” There was no answer.
“Theo?” she called out louder. Nothing.
She scrambled for her cell phone in her bag, but when she rang his cell it went straight to voicemail. Hurrying back downstairs to reception, she wondered where on earth he could be.
Wasn’t he supposed to be staying in all day and working on his book?
“Hi there,” she said to the receptionist.
“Good afternoon,” the receptionist replied. “How can I help you?”
“Do you know where Theodros Katrakis is? From room 705?”
“I certainly do,” the receptionist said with a fond, lipsticked smile. “He paid for an afternoon coast cruise which left about an hour ago. Said he needed some inspiration to get some writing done.”
“When does the cruise return?”
The receptionist glanced at the clock. “They’ll return to the beach in an hour or so.”
“Thank you,” Angelique said, then hurried back to her room. She knew the next hour would be torture.
She needed to have a shower to wash away the dirt of the jungle that had gathered on her feet and lower calves, but was reluctant to run the water too hard as she might miss the sound of Theo’s footsteps in the hallway, his keycard in the door. She turned the water on to little more than a trickle, and couldn’t resist dashing out and wrapping herself in a towel to open the main door and take a peek down the hallway to check he hadn’t arrived.
Her whole body buzzed with anger when she thought of Lorenza and what she planned to do to him. For the life of her Angelique couldn’t understand how people could treat