Too Hot Four Hula: 4 (The Tiki Goddess Mystery Series) Read Online Free PDF

with three-foot barbecue tongs.”
    “It’s not safe for her to get any closer.”
    “He won’t get to go outside and sit on his perch in the shade until I get back.”
    “She’ll follow your instructions to the letter. She’s not going to risk having him outside. He’ll be fine.” The macaw was older than Em, in great health, and would probably outlive them both. She was about to reassure Louie again when she was jostled from behind.
    “Oops. Sorry,” Kiki said before she glanced over her shoulder. “Settle down, Flora. You just shoved me into Em.”
    The heavyset woman behind Kiki waved her hand as if shooing a fly. The long row of gold Hawaiian Heritage bangle bracelets on her arm clanked together.
    “ Kala mai , Kiki, but I gotta move away from Lillian. She’s been givin’ me stink eye since last night.”
    It was hard to miss Lillian’s pink bouffant hairdo. The woman was a few yards away with realtor Suzi Matamoto, and she was indeed giving Flora stink eye. Photographer Trish Oakley was snapping away with her camera, documenting every move the group made.
    Kiki turned to Em. “Lillian thinks Flora slapped her in the mouth on purpose during the performance. She’s still upset. I think she’s probably just nervous because she never goes anywhere without MyBob.”
    “Do you think they’ll actually come to blows?” Em said softly.
    “No way.” Kiki didn’t sound really certain.
    Go with the flow , Em reminded herself. Go with the flow.
    There was a scraping sound behind them as Big Estelle shoved the ice chest across the floor. The cooler was big enough to bury Precious in.
    “What’s in there?” Em was almost afraid to know.
    “The usual. Flowers and maile for lei, frozen akule , and twenty pounds of Hanalei poi.” Kiki thought a minute and added, “Also a box of malasadas stuffed with whipped cream.”
    In what universe was this normal stuff? Em wondered.
    “I really can’t believe we’re all here.” Kiki smiled as she scanned her troupe. “It’s so wonderful to have the girls all together, not to mention the fact that we’re going to support Louie.” She clasped her hands over her heart and sighed. “Well, life just doesn’t get any better, does it?”
    Em couldn’t comment on that since she’d just spotted Little Estelle chatting with the good looking Hawaiian Air employee who was assigned to her wheelchair. She was outfitted in the Maiden’s official travel T-shirt, but instead of a pau skirt, she had on purple capri pants and a white visor on her head that sported a huge “I’m Looking for Love” pin with three-dimensional eyes that bugged out.
    A woman waiting in the line beside them reached over the rope swag and tapped Em on the shoulder.
    “Do y’all live here?” she asked.
    “What was your first clue? The ice chest or the outfits?” Em laughed.
    “Are you part of some Hawaiian circus?”
    Em followed the woman’s gaze. Down the line, Precious was rubbing the back of her head and kicking the shin of a surfer wielding a long surfboard wrapped in a padded bag.
    Kiki leaned around Em to address the woman.
    “I’m surprised you don’t recognize us,” Kiki smiled. “We’re the Hula Maidens. Stars of the reality show Trouble in Paradise . Maybe you missed it?”
    “The only reality show I watch is Honey Boo Boo .”
    Kiki looked her up and down. “That figures.”
    “The line is moving, Kiki,” Em said, hoping to avoid a fight. “Time to roll.”
    Somehow they made it through ticketing and checked their bags with the TSA agents, but not before the agents insisted Big Estelle cut the tape on the cooler so they could look inside. Em saw the men exchange glances as they checked out the neat packages of frozen fish and Hanalei poi. Em wondered if the girls would ever see the cooler again, but the agents let them tape it up again before it disappeared into the x-ray machine.
    “Let’s get fried rice,” Suzi Matamoto suggested. “This is the best of any place