way to her cheek where Gene’s tender mouth had been, sending ripples of pleasure throughout her body.
Chapter 3
“W as that him?” Kendra asked, peering across the lobby through her glasses as Gene exited the hotel.
Sloane saw no use denying it. “Yep, sure was.”
“Definitely hot!”
“Definitely,” Sloane admitted.
“And he’s definitely got his eye on you!”
“Maybe.” Sloane didn’t want to get too carried away too soon. “Time will tell.”
“Seems like time has already told,” Kendra said with a laugh. “You go from a romantic beach rescue to finding out that you’re both available to have lunch at the best café in Wailea. One can only wonder what’s next.”
Sloane chuckled as they walked. “Well, wonder no longer. Gene’s taking me to a luau tonight on Kaanapali Beach.”
“Wow. I’ve been there—it’s a great experience.”
“So I’ve heard.”
“Looks like you two are becoming an item,” Kendra stated.
“We’re just friends,” Sloane told her, trying to keep it real at this point.
“That’s what they all say. If this keeps up, it will be friends with some very nice benefits before you know it.”
Sloane colored. “We won’t talk about that. Right now, I’m just enjoying his company.” Not to say that she wasn’t up for nice and fulfilling benefits with someone who seemed to have an abundance of them.
Later Sloane was in her office working with her twentysomething assistant, Mia Makaiwi.
“We have Mr. and Mrs. Jonathan Washington arriving next week for their honeymoon,” Sloane told her. “Aside from the usual lei greeting and bottle of wine, I’d like to add a few extra perks to their suite, like some rose petals leading up to the bed and chocolate macadamia nuts.”
“Will do,” Mia said, taking notes.
“Let’s also throw in a volcano air tour that they might enjoy as newlyweds.”
Mia’s eyes lit up. “I went on that once. It was scary, but fun being up there in the twin-engine plane to see the rain forests and coastline of Maui.”
“I’ll have to try it myself someday if I ever get up the nerve,” Sloane said. She pictured herself going on such an adventure with Gene, who seemed so steady and sure of himself.
“There’s a class reunion here next month,” Mia informed her. “I think it’s a twenty-five-year reunion.”
“That’s great.” Sloane loved planning such events. “Get me everything on it. I’ll contact their representative and see if we can’t help them do it right. Perhaps we can combine their class theme with a distinctively Hawaiian element.”
“Good idea. They might as well take full advantage of being in Hawaii.”
“Exactly.” Sloane jotted down some notes. “Also, remind me that I’m supposed to put together an itinerary for Sally Weincroft, a seventy-five-year-old Australian who’s flying in next month and wants us to decide how she should best spend her time during her first visit to America.”
“That should be interesting,” Mia said.
Sloane chuckled. “Challenging might be a better word. I want the experience to be memorable without seeming like it’s just something for old folks to enjoy.”
“Everyone enjoys everything in Hawaii, no matter the age,” joked Mia.
“So it seems.” Sloane had certainly learned since being there that most visitors seemed open to any experience in Maui, as though its majestic landscape caused inhibitions and fears to disappear. Perhaps she would apply this logic when carving out an agenda for Sally Weincroft.
Sloane imagined it could even work in her personal life as she navigated the waters of being single while still wanting to have a rewarding intimate involvement with no binding strings attached. This immediately caused thoughts of Gene to pop into her head.
“Yes, the first week of August is open in the Paradise Suite,” Gene told the caller, Jean Hourdes. She was calling from Connecticut and had apparently narrowed her search of