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Tait had detected. Their boss restrained
them with a raised hand. “No need for wasted tempers, people.” He directed a
slick smile up the steps. “We’re just here for a simple property walk-through,
Lani. You can even stay in the house if you want. All I need is a stroll on the
beach and the orchard, and a quick peek at that beautiful lookout point.”
    She bypassed the
sniff in favor of a full snort. “The beach, huh? Well, that does explain the
watch dogs.”
    Benson frowned.
“Excuse me?”
    Tait joined
Kellan in moving up a little. Giving up the jig was past due, and they’d
already missed the first opportunity, so—
    “ Bah ,” Lani
bit out. “Innocence, especially feigned, just makes you a bad drag queen,
Gunter. Take one more step, and I’ll add trespasser to that.”
    The man spread
his arms. “Darling, as I’ve clearly stated, we’re just here for a friendly
visit.”
    “And in what
universe will I let you do that without a shred of justifiable paperwork? You’re
a fine piece of work, thinking I’ll let you tromp all over my land, scheming how
you’re going to ruin it in the name of time shares and condominiums just because
you threw the word aloha into the mix.”
    He lowered his
arms on a heavy sigh.  “I thought we’d been through this. We want to enrich the
beauty of Hale Anelas, not strip it. We are maintaining a natural
preserve, remember?”
    “Three acres is
barely a park, let alone a reserve.”
    “What about the
land we’re setting aside for the horses?”
    “You mean the corral
for the fifteen heads you plan to keep out of the fifty-four I have now? The ones
you’ll save to tote fat tourists up and down the beach?”
    After a moment
of steady silence, Benson slipped his hands into his pockets. He took a couple
of steps, the movements measured and fluid, another indication of the pure oil
flowing in his veins.
    “If you want to
keep doing this the hard way, Hokulani, that’s fine by me.” He made an attempt
at elegance with his emphasizing nod but evoked a drunk lizard, instead. “But
you need to accept how this is going to play out. The money you’re making from
selling the fruits and desserts is barely paying for your groceries, utilities,
and private academy for Leo. You’re six months overdue on the property mortgage
itself.”
    “Because
Benstock has blocked every application I’ve submitted to reopen the B and B.”
Tears tinged her retaliation, gashing Tait’s chest open as if she’d turned on
him with the knife. “You’re a maggot, Benson. You kill things in order to feed
off of them, and you love it!”
    Pretty Boy shook
his head as if dealing with a small child. “Red tape troubles shouldn’t be an
excuse to call people names. What would Leo say if he were here?”
    “How do you know
he’s not? Or was it you who ‘conveniently’ had the fencing team practice moved
to tonight, as well?”
    Benson let the lizard
nod have an encore. “I’m not the monster you keep assuming, Hokulani.”
    She swallowed so
hard that Tait heard it this time. “No? There are three other properties for
sale in this area, Gunter, but you’ve targeted Hale Anelas for your new resort.
My family home. My only livelihood. The only thing I have left of my parents.”
    “And don’t you
think that your parents would want you to be happy? To not have to worry about
this place all the time? To provide for Leo, and have a simpler life for
yourself?” With every question, the man shifted closer to the bottom of the lanai
steps, though kept his stare fixed on Lani’s position at the top. He gave a
small nod to his two henchmen, who motioned the others forward, too. “Just let
us look around, darling.”
    “I’m not your damn darling.”
    “ Hoaloha
makamae —”
    “She’s not that
either, asshole.” Whatever it was. Tait didn’t need a translation app to
comprehend the general tone of the endearment, one the guy took as seriously as
the stinking feet Lani had mentioned.