these in the background of the park. Also, if you notice all those grooves and striations in the mountains, those all turn to waterfalls during heavy rains. It’s really remarkable.”
Jean’s face lit up and Colin whispered something in her ear that flushed her cheeks with red. Great. This was going to be one of those trips where the lovebirds kept to themselves and she was going to be stuck with Robert.
“So have you always lived on the island?”
She supposed that if she wanted to get out of this, she was going to have to have some semblance of normal conversation. “I came here in my late teen years with my mother. So I’ve been here almost ten years now.”
“Wow. I got the idea you were a local.”
“That’s what happens when you don’t know anything about a person.” She shot him a pointed look but he didn’t seem fazed.
“Okay, then tell me something about you that I should know.”
She debated giving him some shallow fact but she decided to go with something juicier that would surprise him. “I lived in New York City until I was ten.”
That got his attention. “No shit. No wonder you know who I am.”
There was a very good chance that even if he knew her mother’s name, he would have no idea of the significance. Her family had probably been nothing but a blip in the radar. A little
speed bump to be rolled over.
“Yep. You came all the way to Hawaii and found the one other New Yorker to stalk.”
“I’m not stalking you.”
“Isn’t that what all stalkers say?”
“I’m not going to get anywhere in this argument, am I?”
“Not at this rate you’re not.” She stopped talking as she navigated through a narrow channel.
“So what’s the line between a guy seeing something he wants and going for it and a guy being a stalker?”
“Normally it’s how the woman feels about the whole thing.”
“Damn. I’m screwed then, aren’t I?”
“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.”
“Well, if I want you to like me, how can I get that to happen if you won’t talk to me?”
“Maybe you have to get used to the idea of not getting something you want.”
He squinched his face as though he was giving serious thought to that option. “No. No. I’m too used to getting what I want to let this go.”
Malia rolled her eyes and really wished she didn’t want to smile at his cockiness. “I guess you’ll have to live like the rest of us, who don’t get everything handed to us on a silver platter.”
Robert bent in. “Or maybe you can hang out with me and get a taste of what it feels like to get whatever you want, whenever you want it.”
Malia’s muscles tensed. Nope. Normal conversation wasn’t working for this.
“So did your assistant give you a rundown of what we’re doing?” she asked loud enough for everyone on the boat to hear.
Once again, involving his “sister” worked perfectly to get him to back off. “It sounded like we could kind of pick where we wanted to go.”
“Yep. The sandbar is right here if you want to spend the day relaxing. You can sunbathe on the boat or fish farther out. I have two rods that can be shared. If you want to do more, we can head out past Chinaman’s Hat and check out the sea turtles, and I know a private beach we can do lunch at.”
Colin set an arm around Jean. “We can relax and sunbathe at the resort. Why don’t we try to fit as much in as possible?”
Malia smiled. Her kind of people. She’d never been capable of sitting around and basking in the sun for any period of time. And not for lack of trying. But the second she’d set out her towel, lathered on the sun block and let her head hit the sand, her mind would race with things she should be doing or errands she could be running.
Probably another reason she worked so many small jobs.
“Is there a chance to see any whales?” asked Jean.
“This time of year, there might still be some around, but they’re mostly on the other side of the island. They don’t
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