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local United Nations ambassadors for different non-profit organizations. Saturday, you’re attending a tea held by Arthur’s current lady friend. There will be at least ten other women I need you to make friends with. If you’re in with them, I’ll be invited to events that their men are hosting. Access to these men within their inner circle is crucial to the next phase. Are you up for the challenge?”
    I placed my hand at my forehead and saluted him. “Aye aye, sir!”
    “Definitely a handful. In the meantime, enjoy spending time with my son. Seems he’s rarely around anymore, but with you here, I’ve already seen him twice in two days. Interesting to say the least.”
    “Mmm, interesting.” I concluded and finished up my coffee. “See you Friday, Warren.”
    “Until then, Mia.”
     
    ***
    To: Mia Saunders
    From: Sexy Samoan
    To remember you always.
    The text message from Tai was cryptic until another text came through with an image. It was his right shoulder. A shiny brand new black tattoo shone through the image. It was placed on what used to be his bare right shoulder. The Samoan symbol for friendship. The same symbol I left for him in the picture I had done by a local artist. Tai had tattooed it on his body. For me. On the side that he said was just for him. It was large, tribal and one of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen.
    I pressed my contacts and clicked the send button. It rang a few times before a female answered.
    “Hello, Tai’s phone,” the female giggled sweetly.
    “Um, hi. This is Mia. Tai available?”
    “Mia!” the woman responded with a heaping dose of enthusiasm. “Babe, it’s Mia!”
    Babe. This woman called him Babe in a way that could only be interpreted as proprietary. I crossed my fingers and waited.
    “Who’s this?” I asked, hoping I was guessing correctly.
    “It’s Amy. Remember, you set Tai and me up at the restaurant last week?”
    The desire to fist pump couldn’t be stopped. Silently, I jumped in the air and did a solid touchdown dance, air fist pump included. Once I’d shimmied enough, I focused on the phone. “Yes, of course. How are things going?” I asked conspiratorially. Never once did I claim I wasn’t a typical girl. At least in some aspects, like when we wanted to get the goods.
    “Oh Mia, just amazing.” Her voice got very low. “I’m totally…” she inhaled. “Just...you know…he is so…” she hesitated again.
    “Perfect?” I offered the word-challenged, lovesick girl.
    “Yeah. Mia…this last week...it’s been unreal. Thank you.” Her voice turned breathy, as if she was choked up.
    I smiled and swung my arm out and looked out the window onto the rolling landscapes of the mansion. “Don’t thank me. It was fate. I’m glad you’re hitting it off.”
    “Tai wants to talk. Bye,” she said, but it sounded as if it was yelled down a tunnel, the voice fading out until I heard the most welcome growl.
    “Girlie, I see you got my message.”
    “The tattoo…Tai, that is beautiful.”
    “As are you and what we had.” That hit me hard, right in the chest where I could practically feel his arms holding me close, bringing me comfort. “Just because what we shared has changed, it doesn’t mean I want to ever forget it, or you. You’ll always be welcome here in Oahu as part of my family. Mia, we are friends. Friends to the end. It is the Samoan way. It is my way. Understand?”
    I shook my head, smiling wide even though he couldn’t see it. “Yeah, Tai. I understand, and I love that about you, your Samoan culture, and your traditional values. So now tell me, how is it with Amy?”
    “Been gone less than a week and already diggin’ for dirt, eh girlie?” I loved how when he used my nickname; it was always a growled “girl” followed by a long “eeee.”
    “Some things never change.” I laughed and he chuckled.
    “So far so good. I think you were right; I may have found it.”
    Prickles of excitement and that psychic chill