She turned as if not noticing she was alone. “Cal, hi. Uh, it’s a long story.”
 
 “Well, don’t be a stranger. Come, sit. I don’t bite.”
 
 Daphne obliged, sitting on the stool by me. She flung her clutch onto the counter and groaned.
 
 The bartender raised one eyebrow. “Should I make the lady a Mai Tai?”
 
 “Yes, please,” I answered. “Put that on my tab.”
 
 “You don’t?—”
 
 “You obviously need a drink, Daphne,” I said.
 
 She sighed. “If you ever see me again, Cal, remind me not to fly to Hawaii.”
 
 I raised my eyebrows. “I thought we had fun?”
 
 “It isn’t you,” she assured. “My mother swears I am a grave disappointment.”
 
 “That, huh?”
 
 “As predicted.”
 
 We watched the waves. Rather, I watched Daphne watch the waves. She was content to take it all in—in contrast to her older brother, who never shut up or said anything wise.
 
 The bartender sat a drink before Daphne.
 
 She smiled. “Thank you.”
 
 Daphne took a long swig and smiled. “That’s brilliant, thanks. I’m alone in paradise.”
 
 “Keep them coming, please,” I said, delighted. “As long as it pleases the lady.”
 
 “It does. I am giving up trying to control the future. This week, I have a get out of jail free card.”
 
 Her fiery look suggested my hopes for a wedding rebound hookup could grow legs. She was less inhibited, a little brazen, and single.
 
 “So, did you know they pushed the party back?” I asked.
 
 “Dad told me,” Daphne answered. “After he announced they signed the paperwork.”
 
 “Amazing,” I said. “You did great, Daph.”
 
 “If only Mum understood,” Daphne said. “Instead of a ‘congrats, well done!’ I get commentary about my hair.”
 
 “What about your hair?” I asked.
 
 “I am not allowed to let it be down. Like me, it’s too wild today.”
 
 “I like wild,” I said, unable to miss the opportunity.
 
 Daphne tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, now aware I was flirting.
 
 “Anyone devaluating you because of your hair is stupid.”
 
 She shook her head. “Says the man whose mother made her fortune on cosmetics.”
 
 I chuckled. “Damn, Daph, slow down. If you’re going to hand me my ass, at least buy me dinner first.”