Page 5 of Changing Tides

That does sound tempting.

“For all we know, they could be here with their wives or girlfriends or boyfriends,” I say.

She sets her cocktail aside and stands.

“Where are you going?” I ask.

“We’ll never know if we don’t ask.”

“You’re going to ask them if they’re single?”

She nods.

“Don’t do that. Please,” I say as I reach up and grab her wrist, tugging her back to the lounger.

She falls back. “Fine, I won’t, but I’m serious. I think a hot and heavy summer fling is just what the doctor ordered,” she insists.

“I’ve never had casual sex before,” I confess.

“Never? No one-night stand or quickie in the bathroom at a college frat party?”

“No,” I say, feeling the blush hit my cheeks.

“Maybe it’s time you did.”

“Maybe,” I whisper.

She grins, and we bring our straws to our lips as we watch the beautiful boys ride the large waves to the shore.

Monday and Tuesday are a blur.

I canceled the Pearl Harbor tour, as Amiya had requested, and the two of us spent a blissfully lazy day at a quiet spot on the beach, where we played in the warm water and bathed ourselves in the sunshine. On Tuesday, we spent most of the morning and afternoon on the Dole Plantation Tour, which included a bonus stop at an amazing Arabica coffee tree farm, where I had the best cup of coffee I’d ever tasted, and then we spent the evening on the beach with a bottle of wine as we watched the sun set over the ocean.

Today, we are on a boat, heading out to snorkel and take in all the amazing sea life and coral off the coast of Honolulu.

“Is this okay?” Amiya asks.

I turn to see her standing in the hallway in a teeny-tiny purple bikini. She’s wearing gold hoop earrings with a thin gold necklace, two chunky bangle bracelets, and a pair of gold stiletto sandals. A sheer lavender wrap is tied around her waist.

“We’re going snorkeling, not yachting with the Kardashians,” I quip.

She takes in my outfit—a pair of frayed blue jean shorts, a white bikini, and dark leather flip-flops—and frowns.

“It wouldn’t hurt you to add a little pizzazz to your ensemble. Besides, you said we would get back in just enough time to make it to the luau.”

We are, but we don’t have to get dressed up for that either.

“Haven’t you ever watched a movie set in Hawaii? We could run into a handsome singer with soulful eyes at this luau. We have to look our best.”

“A handsome singer with soulful eyes?”

She shrugs. “I might have watchedBlue Hawaiiduring our flight.”

“Trust me, Elvis isn’t going to be at our table,” I state.

“Maybe not, but that doesn’t mean other handsome Hawaiian natives won’t be. Jason Momoa lives here.”

I roll my eyes. “Jason Momoa is probably on some set in Hollywood.”

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