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They were everywhere—at the beach, in town, on the streets, at this restaurant. There had to be one at every table—never mind the three in the parking lot. They were all tanned and handsome, completely built. She’d never been in a place so filled with incredibly sexy men.
    In fact, everything was gorgeous. This restaurant was perfect and romantic. She noticed the couples dining together and didn’t doubt that this place had seen its share of proposals. The balcony extended into the open air, the lush velvet of the night pressing against the glow of soft candlelight. She could smell the plants growing in the gardens and hear the splash of fountains. It amazed her that they could drive from that perfect beach where they parked for the shuttle and in five minutes be surrounded by lush rain forest and comparative quiet. It was almost overwhelming to be so closely surrounded by the pulse of nature.
    Maybe that was what was feeding her ability to see auras. They were getting brighter by the minute, the people in her group surrounded by glorious hues of light. It almost hurt Liz’s eyes to see so many auras, all throbbing and vibrating with energy. The other guests were nervous and their auras were agitated as a result. The table generated a light show that made her dizzy.
    Liz glanced toward the bar where those three guys were having beers. Their auras were dimmer, more relaxed, and drew her gaze over and over again.
    â€œSurfers,” Trudy confided with a sniff. She was a contemporary of Maureen’s, but apparently Hawai‘ihadn’t made her relax. Her dark hair was tightly pulled back and she spoke more quickly and decisively than the others. “Completely self-indulgent,” she added, then sipped her mineral water.
    Liz looked at the auburn-haired guy again, the one who had smiled at her a couple of times already. Unlike the others, he didn’t seem predatory. She found his confidence appealing, and she sensed that he was comfortable in his own skin. She liked the steady hum of indigo that was his aura, despite her distrust of the reappearance of those auras. Her interpretation of them was intuitive. This aura told her that he would be loyal and dependable.
    She didn’t want to use her ability to see auras to judge people, but couldn’t shake the impression.
    His dark-haired friend had an aura of pulsing green. He, too, was loyal to his friends, but competitive and cocky.
    He was like Rob.
    The third guy, the blond one, had an aura like golden honey. He’d be a good friend, easy to spend time with, relaxed but unambitious. He was the kind of guy who could do nothing with his life and not worry about it.
    No, the auburn-haired guy was the keeper. There was a tattoo on his chest, although Liz couldn’t fully see what it was, and she glimpsed part of another on his arm. He was drinking beer, chatting with his friends. She liked the rich sound of his laughter. His eyes twinkled when he caught her looking, and he toasted her with his beer before he took a swig.
    Probably thinking that he knew what she was thinking. Liz developed a fascination with the menu, fighting a smile. Wouldn’t he be surprised if she confessed to comparing auras?
    â€œThe shrimp is good,” Maureen said, as dictatorial and kind as ever. “They’re farmed locally.”
    Before Liz could answer, the waitress put a large drink in front of her. “With the gentleman’s compliments,” she said, gesturing to the dark-haired surfer. His smile had a roguish tinge that confirmed her earlier conclusions.
    She wasn’t interested in just sex.
    She told herself that she would have known the kind of guy he was even without being able to see the auras.
    Liz pushed the glass away with her fingertips. “Thanks, but no. Please give the gentleman my thanks.”
    â€œYou sure?”
    â€œI’m sure.”
    â€œIt’s the jumbo mai tai. House