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you like doing that sort of thing?“ he prodded curiously.
    “At the time I thought I did,“ she replied honestly. “I’ve since changed my mind.“
    “For good?“
    “For good.“
    “And Wellington back there?“
    “He’s part of that past life, Kent Not a part of my present one.“ Reyna felt a flash of satisfaction as she
    said the words. She meant them.
    Hank’s restaurant in the historic old whaling town of Lahaina was humming with its usual cheerful,
    friendly crowd. The mahimahi was, indeed, fresh and the mai-tai drinks were precisely what Reyna needed
    to take her mind off the farewell scene at the hotel.
    At the end of the evening she went willingly enough into Kent’s arms for one of his undemanding
    goodnight kisses. It wasn’t that Kent was an undemanding man by nature, but rather that Reyna had long
    since made it clear she was not ready for an affair. Kent, with his easygoing ways, had accepted that. In
    turn, neither made any attempt to tie the other down. Both felt free to date others and took full advantage of
    that freedom.
    So Reyna bid her friend a casual good night and crawled into her oversized bamboo bed with his kiss
    resting lightly on her lips.
    But when she went to sleep it wasn’t mat affectionate embrace which shaped her dreams. It was the
    image of a pair of amber eyes that seemed to wait and warn.
    The next morning Reyna plunged into her duties with alacrity. Inevitably, she knew, she was going to
    have to deal with Trev Langdon’s presence in the hotel and the knowledge only made her more eager to
    become immersed in familiar routine. Perhaps if he saw her at work and realized she really was content, he
    would leave her alone. At any rate, she decided, surreptitiously looking at his check-in card, she only had
    nine more days to put up with him!
    She was giving an elderly couple from Nebraska driving directions to Haleakala, the island’s huge,
    dormant volcano when, out of the comer of her eye, she saw Trev approach.
    “This is the only place on the island where you might want to take a sweater or jacket,“ Reyna
    instructed the midwestern couple. “Remember, the summit of the volcano is about ten thousand feet high. It
    gets a litte chilly two miles up!“
    “It is fully extinct, isn’t it?“ the old gentleman asked, peering at the map. “We flew over Mount Saint
    Helens in Washington last summer and you could still see steam rising.“
    “Haleakala has been dormant for two centuries,“ Reyna assured them. “We don’t use the word extinct,“
    she added carefully. “The view from the summit is fantastic. On a clear day you can see some thirty
    thousand square miles of the Pacific, and the crater itself looks like a lunar landscape.“
    With a pleasant smile and a thank-you, the couple left to find their rental car in the parking lot There was
    no longer any polite way of ignoring Trev Langdon’s quiet presence, so Reyna took an aggressively
    cheerful tack.
    “Good morning, Trev. I’m glad you. brought along something besides a business suit!“
    He was wearing a pair of camel corduroy pants and a glove-leather belt trimmed in solid brass. He’d
    managed to do without a tie, but the ecru button-down oxford-cloth shirt had an air of formality about it that
    survived even without the missing accessory. Everyone else in the lobby had on sandals or thongs. Trev
    was wearing a pair of supple calfskin casuals which had probably cost a couple of hundred dollars.
    “Hello, Reyna,“ he murmured, taking in the picture of her at work Her hair was clipped to the back of
    her head in a loose knot that was already beginning to straggle in charming disarray and her sundress was a
    garish splash of color guaranteed to make anyone from Seattle blink. “I was on my way to breakfast, but I
    wanted to see you in action behind the front desk. How long have you been, uh, clerking?“
    “Since shortly after I arrived,“ she told him lightly, refusing to rise to the not-so-subtle