Getting Lei'd Part 2

As the hostess leads us to a table, Ruthie informs her that we would like coffee and hot tea to drink. "Just bring us a whole pot of each, please." I start to interject that this is not the hostess' job, but Ruthie beams a sweet smile at the young Hawaiian woman and circ.u.mvents the table, heading straight for the buffet line before I have the chance.

My first instinct is to follow normal restaurant protocol by sitting at the table to wait for the waiter or waitress to give us permission to go fill our plates with food. My tummy grumbles as I start to pull out my chair, so I throw caution to the wind and follow Baggy directly to the delicious-smelling custom-order omelet station.

Once our plates are filled to the point of having food nearly topple off, the three of us head to our table to find two large pots of steaming liquid, exactly as Ruthie had demanded. I shake my head slightly as I riffle through the wide selection of tea bags. Ruthie wouldn't know how to react if something ever didn't go her way. She is just one of those people who expects everyone and everything to accommodate her wishes, and somehow it always works out for her.

I try not to be bitter about my sister's charmed life, but sometimes it just gets to me. Just as I'm telling myself to be happy for her and not let it bother me, I look up to find Baggy giving me a shockingly silly smile. She has taken a piece of the sweet, juicy pineapple and stuffed it in her mouth, leaving the rind side out so it looks like frightening teeth. She looks ridiculous, and I have to hold my hand over my mouth to keep from spewing papaya-infused pancakes everywhere.

Just as Ruthie is looking at me to see what is so funny, we all hear a sound that makes us freeze. It is the loudest, most high-pitched, joyful giggle that I have ever heard. When I turn to discover the source of the laughter, I almost fall out of my chair from shock. The bellowing, gleeful cackle is coming from an enormous giant of a Hawaiian man. He is pointing a sausage-size finger at Baggy's pineapple wedge smile and doubling over with laughter.

Even bent over, it is obvious that he is a huge man. He looks to be the size of a successful Sumo wrestler. The girlish tone of his laughter doesn't match his stature at all, and the pure joy escaping from his lips makes all of us join in with him. Before long, we all have tears streaming down our cheeks and Ruthie has to make a break for the restroom to avoid wetting her pants.

The large laugher plops down in Ruthie's vacated seat to try to calm down. He finally wipes his forehead with the back of his hand before saying, "Phew, that's the best laugh I've had all day." His speaking voice is almost as shrill as his laughter. He continues as if Baggy and I aren't gawking at him in wide-eyed shock. "I am your waiter, Honi. Please let me know if there is anything I can get for you."

Baggy and I nod and watch as he braces his arms on the table to heft himself upright. Just then, the most gorgeous, exotic woman I have ever seen rushes up, grabbing him by the arm. "Honi, do you know where Kai is? I need to talk to him."

I try to hide my disappointment. Honi excuses himself and walks away, talking in hushed tones with the beautiful woman. I feel tears welling in my eyes and silently curse myself for being so irrational and flighty. Of course Kai is involved with a beautiful woman. With his drop-dead gorgeous looks, how could he not be?

When Ruthie returns, she and Baggy talk animatedly. I barely listen to their conversation because I am so annoyed with myself for allowing any kind of hope to creep in about having a fling with Kai. What had I been thinking? Maybe this is just some kind of rebound daydream that is a result of being left almost at the altar. I need to focus on me (and my happiness) during this trip. I do not need a man to be happy.

As we walk to our room to change into our beachwear, I promise myself that I will not give Kai another thought. Even as the oath is fresh in my mind, I can feel my misbehaving eyes peeking over to the not-yet-open bar to see if he is there.

He's nowhere to be found. I really don't care about his whereabouts anyway. I was just curious what time the bar opens. I try to convince myself of that, but even I don't believe it.

Chapter 10.

Baggy and Ruthie decide to head down to nab some poolside lounge chairs, but I opt to take advantage of being so near the sea and tell them I'm going for a swim in the ocean. They both seem a little surprised at this newly discovered, somewhat adventurous streak in me, but they refrain from commenting on it.

The pale, large-grain sand tickles my toes as I walk along the sh.o.r.eline. I stop and gaze out over the water, letting the wind and fresh air sweep over me. I stand there wondering if it's possible to actually smell sunshine. Inhaling the faint scents of salty water, marine life, fresh pineapple, coconut tanning oil, and some tropical flower, I decide that this must be exactly what sunshine smells like-and happiness. I am breathing in the aroma of pure happiness.

I peel my black cover-up over my head, toss it on the sand, and jog into the water. I had been braced for it to be chilly, so am pleasantly surprised to find the undulating water to be warm and inviting. Of course it's warm, I tell myself, smiling as I lower my body farther into the foamy ocean. This place is truly paradise. How does anyone ever leave?

I don't want to think about ever having to go home, so I clear my head by diving into the next big wave. The water swirls around me while I swim out to where the water is calmer, past where the waves are breaking. I decide that this is a great opportunity to get some exercise that is actually enjoyable, so I start swimming parallel with the sh.o.r.e.

I swim and swim. Periodically, I check to make sure the current isn't pulling me farther away from the beach. When my out-of-shape legs get tired of kicking, I take a break and float for a while, but soon I get back to swimming. I think I could swim miles here. Speaking of that, I pop my head out of the water to gauge how far I have gone. There are beautiful houses along the sh.o.r.eline. I spend some time swimming on my side, looking at the understated but amazing beachside residences.

For a moment, I consider turning back. After all, I should swim only half as far as I intend to go, so that I have enough energy to swim back. I almost have a panic attack when it pops into my mind that I might be swimming with the current and it might be a lot harder to swim back, until it dawns on me that returning to sh.o.r.e and walking back is an option, if needed. Considering that, I decide to keep swimming in the direction I've been heading.

The sun is warm and feels wonderful on my shoulders. I swim a good while longer before heading toward sh.o.r.e to walk back to the resort. The walk is almost as enjoyable as my swim had been. The homes, resorts, and restaurants along the sh.o.r.e are all lovely.

I am shocked to pa.s.s numerous chapels along my path. They all seem to have huge windows overlooking the ocean, and weddings in progress. I try to figure out if this is a special date, which would explain the large number of ceremonies, but I can't come up with anything. Weddings must be big business on this island. Each time I see a bridal party and photographer outside, I scurry quickly past, in an attempt not to photo-bomb the pictures of their happy day. Just because my almost-wedding wasn't picture-perfect doesn't mean I should ruin someone else's photos, although some shameful and sinister side of me is tempted to do just that. Luckily, the urge is not a strong one, and I am able to quickly tamp it down.

By the time I get back to our resort, I am mostly dry but beginning to sweat from the heat and my exertion. I retrieve my cover-up from the sand and don it after showering off inside the gate at our resort. Before returning to the pool area, I scrunch my hair in an attempt to make it presentable. I wonder why I am suddenly concerned with my appearance and tell myself that it is not because of Kai.

Even as I'm trying to convince myself of that, my eyes wander over to the bar. Kai has his back turned, but I can tell by the shirt stretched taut over his broad shoulders that it is him. I hide my smile as I rejoin Baggy and Ruthie.

"We were about ready to send out a search party," Ruthie informs me, shading her eyes with a hand to look up at me, even though she has on oversized sungla.s.ses.

"Your concern is touching." I roll my eyes after making the snarky comment. They are both sunning themselves on lounge chairs and sipping frozen concoctions from split-top coconuts. They couldn't have been too worried.

I plop down on the empty lounge chair beside them and peel off my cover-up. When I see Kai looking my way, I decide to stretch my arms, arching my back. When I peek back in his direction, he is still looking and rewards me with a huge grin. I smile back before looking away and wondering what has come over me. Had I actually been flirting with this visually stunning man?

I decide that maybe this new, braver, Hawaiian version of me will have way more fun than the old Roxy did. I get up and try to saunter s.e.xily over to the bar. Since I still have my long, awkward limbs, I fear that the reality of my gait is more gawky than s.e.xy, but I'm in too far to turn back now.

"Roxy." Kai flashes a dimple at me as he finishes a drink for another patron and hands it over to her. I decide that I love the sound of my name when it comes from his lips. The woman breathily thanks Kai and tucks a bill into the tip jar. He gives her a quick, almost curt nod and starts dumping ingredients into a blender for his next concoction. The woman pouts for a moment, but hops off the barstool and heads back to her lounger.

Kai pours the contents of the blender into a hollowed-out coconut, adds a tiny umbrella with a pineapple wedge and cherry, and sets it in front of me. I turn my head from side to side, wondering if he has accidentally given me someone else's drink. "I didn't order this," I inform him, unintentionally furrowing my brow.

He reaches out to run a finger down the line on my forehead. "Trust me, it's exactly what you need. There is no frowning allowed in paradise."

I had always been a firm believer that you can't trust anyone who says "trust me," but somehow it didn't sound like a used car salesman's pitch when Kai uttered the words. I sit there for a moment, uncertain why my gut is telling me that I should, in fact, trust this man.

Kai must have taken my silence for annoyance at his presumptiveness because his next words are, "Just give it a try. If you don't like it, I'll make you something else-whatever you want. On the house," he adds when my silence continues.

My brain is fluttering with potential responses, but not any that I wish to utter aloud, so I lift the coconut and try to look s.e.xy as I seek the straw with my tongue to take a sip. My attempt at flirtation must not have been a total fail because Kai is gazing at me like he wants to jump over the bar and have his way with me. Normally, that thought would scare the c.r.a.p out of me, but for some reason, I find the idea oddly intriguing.

When the fruity, rum beverage hits my taste buds, I can't hide my delighted reaction. I close my eyes, tip my head back, and release a deep "Mmmmm" as the delicious coolness slides down my throat.

Upon opening my eyes, I find that Kai is watching me intently. The look on his face is priceless. We stare at each other in silence for a long moment before he breaks the tension. "Well, now that I have no blood left in the upper half of my body . . . I take it you like the drink?"

I nod at the rhetorical question and manage to wink at him before sliding off my barstool and taking my drink back to my seat. I can feel him watching me go, and I have never in my life felt so s.e.xy and wanted. I don't care if this is his game and he flirts with everyone, I like how having his attention makes me feel.

When I maneuver the shady umbrella to cover my lounge chair, Ruthie almost jumps out of her seat. "You're blocking my sunshine," she screeches at me before turning to smile prettily at the handsome lifeguard. I wonder at her ability to turn her feelings on and off so quickly and with such vehemence.

Once we get the shade situated to everyone's liking, the rest of the day is spent basking by the pool. I pretend like I'm not watching Kai. I hate to admit it to myself, but there is something about him that is disturbing to me. I decide to bring it up as we are eating lunch at the resort's cafe, which is situated across from the pool, still in Kai-viewing proximity.

"So, what do you guys think that bartender is up to?" I broach the subject with Baggy and Ruthie, trying to sound vague and casual.

Baggy jumps on the opening. "Do you think he's selling drugs or firearms or something behind that bar?" I had been hoping they hadn't noticed the brown paper bags that Kai periodically exchanged for money. I had wanted to believe that I was imagining it or that there was a logical explanation for the seemingly seedy transfers that Kai was conducting. Hearing that Baggy noticed and was suspicious completely dashes that hope.

"No, I'm sure it's nothing like that," I inform them, trying to convince myself as well.

Even though I had brought the topic up, I suddenly want to dismiss the subject from our conversation (and my mind), but Baggy latches on to it and won't let it go. She holds her pointer finger and thumb up Charlie's Angels style into a pretend gun. "We'll get to the bottom of this," she a.s.sures us before jumping up from the table and peering around the corner of the restaurant, finger gun at the ready. She peeks around to make sure it's safe, before waving Ruthie and I over. Ruthie immediately jumps into the fun, raising her imaginary gun to follow Baggy.

"What have I started?" I wonder aloud, shaking my head at my own stupidity before getting up to follow them.

Chapter 11.

We decide to attend the resort's weekly luau that evening. I am able to successfully convince Baggy and Ruthie that they will be less conspicuous spies if they keep their finger guns put away. They don't want to oblige, but finally agree that the weapons might blow their cover.

Being with the two of them is almost like having two young children to monitor. I'm not sure why I always end up playing the part of the responsible parent. In any case, getting them to sit down and behave is easy once the show starts. The performers are incredibly talented, and I recognize several of them from around the resort. Employees here must have to be flexible and capable enough to fill numerous positions.

When Honi comes out on the stage, he dominates the ukulele. His high-pitched voice accompanies the instrument, creating a beautiful song with a haunting melody. The lilting sound is both sad and mesmerizing. When he finishes, the crowd sits in stunned silence for a moment before erupting into loud applause.

Three lovely Hawaiian women take the spotlight to perform a traditional hula. I recognize the middle one, who has been introduced as Leilani, as the lady who was looking for Kai at breakfast. The ladies smile and relay the story of the song with their swaying hips and graceful hand movements. I can't take my eyes off Leilani. She is the embodiment of perfection. She and Kai must look amazing together. I can't imagine the heat of the two of them naked and melding together, nor do I want to.

Speaking of Kai, his death-defying fire-throwing act is the finale of the show. He is scantily clad in a loincloth. His dark skin glistens and his muscles flex as he does seemingly impossible stunts with flames. I am nervous, intrigued, and incredibly turned on all at once. I don't want to see him get burned or hurt in any way, and it seems impossible that he won't, but I can't tear my eyes away from the incomparable beauty of his performance.

When he finishes unscathed, the crowd goes wild. I clap so hard my hands hurt. He bows and brings the others out for a final bow. I feel like he is looking right at me, but I know the stage spotlights make this impossible.

When the noise dies down, Baggy leans over the table to say, "I don't care what he's up to. He's so handsome and talented, I wouldn't kick him out of bed for eating cookies, if you know what I mean." At this, she waggles her eyebrows suggestively. I'm not sure exactly what she means, but I do know that I don't want to hear any more, so I simply nod.

Just then, an older gentleman plops down at the unused fourth chair at our table. He smiles at Baggy with a lemon wedge in his mouth, similar to what she had done to us with her pineapple. The gesture makes Baggy bubble with laughter. He kisses her hand before introducing himself as Jim Bond. Is that short for James Bond? I wonder, shaking my head at his ridiculousness.

Mr. Bond tells Baggy that he has been keeping an eye on her since we arrived. "It seems you're quite the spy." He leers at her. "I hope you're not after me, or you just might catch me." Just as I'm about ready to tell this smooth operator to get lost, Baggy t.i.tters. Is that even a word? It seems like the only appropriate word for her reaction.

Before I can intervene, Mr. Bond asks Baggy for a dance, and they begin a dramatic tango on the empty dance floor. I look to Ruthie for help, but her attention has been caught by the lifeguard/scuba instructor/general watersports dude who is surrounded by a bevy of females at the bar. Sensing a challenge, she instructs me "not to wait up" before sauntering off in his direction.

I turn my attention back to Baggy just in time to see Mr. Bond produce a red rose for her, seemingly out of thin air. Baggy giggles as he places it behind her ear. Wow, this guy is slick.

"Guess I'll take a walk along the beach." I say the words aloud, even though no one is around to hear them.

As I take the path toward the water, I see Kai and Leilani. They are clearly having a heated discussion. I really don't want to spy on them, but something makes me hunker down behind a bush within earshot. This is so unlike me, I think as I'm squatting near the ground. All of Baggy's crazy antics must be rubbing off on me.

Then I hear something that makes me cringe. Leilani's voice is shaky as she says, "This baby is the most important thing in the world to me, Kai." With more conviction she adds, "I'm not giving it up."

I am well aware that none of this is any of my business, but I still somehow feel betrayed. I wish he would step up and accept responsibility for his actions. I put my head farther down as Leilani bursts into tears and runs back toward the resort. Kai turns and heads toward the beach, not bothering to chase after her.

Once they are each out of sight and I don't have to worry about being caught eavesdropping, I stand up. Rather than continuing on my planned walk, which would run me the risk of b.u.mping into Kai, I decide just to go back to our villa. I'm feeling a little depressed. After all, if someone as gorgeous as Leilani has man troubles, how much hope is there for the rest of us?

When I get back to the room, I take a nice hot bath in the giant spa tub to relax and try to wash off the minor blues I am experiencing. It doesn't really work, so I go to bed. I don't even wake when Baggy and Ruthie finally straggle in.

Chapter 12.

The next morning I am awake with the sun, and I feel like a new woman. Baggy and Ruthie are both sound asleep. I get ready quietly and leave without disturbing them. It seems we are on completely different waking schedules.

Since I am filled with energy, I decide to take a hike. There is an amazing-looking lush green peak that has been calling my name in the opposite direction of yesterday's swim, so I set off toward it. It is probably much bigger than it looks from a distance, but I decide to give it a shot. Besides, I don't have to go all the way to the top.

I just hope it's not an active volcano. They wouldn't let people near it, if it were, right? Or, do they just a.s.sume that people have enough sense not to climb into molten lava? I shake my head at my errant thoughts, unsure why my imagination can turn something as harmless and fun as morning exercise into a life-threatening, panic-inducing experience.

I am relieved to find a well-worn path at the base of the hill and set off on my adventure. Before too long, I discover a well-worn sign pointing to a scenic overlook. Since I'm already a little out of breath, I decide to take this clearly less-traveled path rather than attempting to head up to the peak.

This path is more overgrown, and I feel adventurous and daring for opting for it when I arrived at the proverbial fork in the road. I move an overhanging branch out of my way and almost gasp at the beauty as I step into the clearing. A huge waterfall is crashing into a deep, clear spring of water. I have never encountered such a naturally perfect spot. I wish I'd had the foresight to tote my painting supplies with me. This place is practically begging to be set to canvas.

A head emerges from the water and I realize I'm not alone. Instinct has me dive behind the shelter of a nearby boulder so I won't be seen. I hold my breath as I crouch in my hiding spot, hoping the swimmer didn't see me.

After waiting a while and not hearing anything, I peek out from behind the rock. The figure in the water is a man. I can tell by the broad shoulders and strong arms that erupt from the surface each time he does a stroke through the water. I watch, mesmerized, as his lean body slices through the water. He is clearly a natural swimmer.

My legs get tired of squatting, so I sit down with my legs crossed. I keep my body hidden behind the boulder, but allow my eyes to peek out and watch him swim. When he stops under the waterfall and raises his head, allowing the water to crash down over him, recognition dawns on me. Kai. Of course, I should have known.

I wonder if he has on swimming trunks or if he is skinny-dipping. I can't stop the fantasy popping into my head of joining him in the water au natural, although I would never actually act upon the naughty impulse. It is intriguing to think about, though. I bet Kai in the buff is a sight to behold.

He deftly swims over to the side, and I notice for the first time that a dark blue towel is folded neatly near the edge of the water. Here comes my chance to get a glimpse of him in all his glory. I strain my neck to peer out from behind the rock without poking my head out too far and risking being seen.

I watch as his shoulders flex to raise him up out of the water. It's as if time has slowed to allow me to fully enjoy this moment. The water runs down his back in great rivers that turn into tiny rivulets, which I imagine chasing with my tongue. Here comes the moment of truth, I think to myself as his waist breaks the surface.

Just then, Baggy's voice echoes across the canyon. "What'cha lookin' at?" I jump up and whirl in her direction to pull her down next to me.

My face is burning red with the shame of being caught leering at Kai without his knowledge. Baggy is unfazed. "Oh, we're spying, eh?" she stage-whispers, quickly converting into her role of super sleuth. "Ya think he hides his drugs down there?"

I shake my head, bugging my eyes out at her and holding a finger to my mouth, silently praying that she'll be quiet for once in her life. Some higher power must have been listening to my request because she remains silent as she slowly peeks up over the rock.

I stay below the surface of our hiding spot, not yet daring to look back out. Had he heard her? What am I thinking . . . of course, he heard her. She was so loud Ruthie probably heard her from the resort. Did he see us?

I slowly raise myself to peer over the ledge of the giant rock. Kai has wrapped the navy towel around his waist and he is scanning the trees in our direction. He definitely heard something, but the good news is that he would have to swim across the spring or go up and around to get over to us, and either would give us time to get away. I don't think I could face him right now.

Baggy and I watch as he gives up on his perusal and bends to pick up a water canteen. "Ooh-wee! Look at that tush!" Baggy says-much louder than I would have dared speak. I nudge her with my elbow but keep watching Kai. He proceeds to take a drink from his water container, seeming unfazed by Baggy's loudness.

"You s'pose he's naked under that towel?" Baggy has returned to her loud whisper.

I grit my teeth before whispering near Baggy's ear. "Just because you don't hear anything doesn't mean that others can't. You're being too loud." She huffs out a breath but she doesn't say anything else. Then she plops down on the ground with her back against the rock, pouting.

I wonder if our cover has been blown, but I'm scared to look. Finally, I decide I need to check, if for nothing else than to make sure that he hasn't set off in our direction. When I raise myself to look in Kai's direction, he is looking right back at me. I quickly lower myself, but not before I'm almost positive he winked at me. When I work up the nerve to look again, he is gone.

"Come on, Baggy," I say to my grandmother, taking her hand and pulling her upright. "We need to get out of here before he catches us."

Baggy's sense of adventure kicks in, and she quickly forgets that she is angry with me as we scurry back to the resort.

"You think he saw us?" she questions me quietly, looking around as I use my key card to enter our villa.

Now she decides to be quiet, I think to myself. "I hope not," I answer her honestly, even though I'm almost positive that he did.

I'm surprised to find that Ruthie is up and showered. I join her to sit outside on our balcony enjoying the fresh air while Baggy takes her bath. When Baggy emerges from the bathroom, she informs us that she and Jim are taking a drive to explore the island in his Range Rover today. "You are welcome to come with us," she offers, but we both immediately shake our heads to decline.

Ruthie declares that she plans to sign up for parasailing lessons. I am certain that her newfound interest in watersports has to do with the handsome guy who gives the lessons.