Caitlyn entered the homeware and gift store and slowly walked around, admiring the objects for sale. The whine of chirpy, overtly sweet love songs rang around her, making her inwardly cringe. The barely audible sigh she released scarcely covered her annoyance, closing her eyes for a moment. There was a time she enjoyed this type of thing, the over-the-top decorations, the gushing love songs, but now she had to grit her teeth to get through.
“Can you help me? I’m hopeless at matching colors.” A blonde stranger with her large dark sunglasses on her head held out two mismatched cushions.
Caitlyn smiled at the woman, grateful for the distraction. “Oh, I don’t work…” Caitlyn looked around the store and didn’t see an assistant. She looked at the woman. “Sure, if I can.”
“I have a dark grey sofa and bare white walls. I desperately need some color. What do you like, the yellow or the orange?”
“I don’t suppose you have a picture of the room, do you? It sounds like you have a clean canvas and can do anything.”
“I do.” The lovely blonde reached into her enormous bag and pulled out her phone, scanning through it. “Here you are. See, it is so bare. It’s terrible.”
“It’s not terrible; it’s a splendid room with high ceilings, great fireplace, and nice big windows with plenty of light.” Caitlyn peered at her surroundings, visualizing certain items. “What about these?” She chose cushions covered in a spray of tints. “You can choose the hue you like most and mix and match from there.”
“Oh, I like those,” the woman professed, following Caitlyn as she moved around comparing shades and making suggestions. “You know what you’re doing. Thank you so much. I’m going to take all of these. Oh, and I’ll also take some of those vases on sale,” she called out.
Caitlyn smiled, “you’re welcome.” She watched the woman make her way to the counter.
“Well, that was a good show. You know your colors, and she’s a happy customer.”
A voice lilted behind her, and Caitlyn turned to find a pair of happy cornflower blue eyes closely appraising her. “Oh.”
“I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve been watching you since you entered the store. I don’t suppose you’re looking for a job. Considering you’ve made your first sale.”
“It was fun, but no, I don’t think so,” Caitlyn said, laughing.
“You’re perfect for it. You have an expert eye.” The older woman offered her hand. “Hi, I’m Elspeth Walsh.” The handshake was firm.
“Hi. I’m Caitlyn Palmer.”
“You’re new to town, aren’t you? I heard your accent, Aussie, right? Is it a vacation?”
“Um, yeah, sort of. I recently moved from Australia. I’m still trying to figure it out and find my way.”
“Well, you’re a long way from home. Welcome to our little town, my dear. You will like it here.”
“You’re an Aussie too. Nice. How long have you been here?”
“I am. I moved here some years ago. Why don’t I tell you over a cup of tea?”
“I’d like that, thank you.” Blue eyes raised to look closer at her. The older woman seemed lost in a memory somewhere. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, of course. I’m…” her eyes danced. “…I was remembering my home back in Australia. Of course, it hasn’t been home for a long time now. I tell you what, why don’t you come tomorrow for that cup of tea, and we’ll have a lovely chat. I’ll tell you about our little town and perhaps convince you to stay.”
Caitlyn let out a soft laugh. “You’re confident I’ll stay.”
Elspeth laughed. It was a tinkling sound, sweet and full of joy. “Yes. I am,” she said with a twinkle in her eye. “Come at two o’clock. My home is behind the store. I’ll ask my son to pop over as well.”
“Okay, thanks.” Caitlyn watched as the mysterious Elspeth quietly left through the back door of the store.
* * *
The blue crystalline bay glistened under the bright early morning sunshine. Boards shimmered as they twisted their way across white foaming waves as riders artfully danced across them while keeping their balance.
Caitlyn sipped at her coffee, savoring each mouthful of the sweet milky mix. She sat on a nearby bench seat and gently placed the two small plastic shopping bags at her feet. She fumbled inside her handbag, pulling out her sunglasses.
A man washed salt water from under a cool, fresh shower on the grassy slope below, surrounded by Hawaiian coastal Hala trees. Unable to stop herself from seeing the glowing liquid caressing his sun-kissed skin over well-defined muscled pecs and arms.
Good God. He’s amazing. Superman personified. She let out a soft laugh at her random thoughts. She admired his well-honed physique, wearing only small black trunks. He bent over to clean long, powerful legs, rubbing off the sand. Unable to hold back the sigh from her barely open mouth. Oh my. He turned the tap off and shook his head, spraying water around him, only to run fingers through his dark hair into place.
His gaze found hers. Caught staring, she swallowed hard, struggling to turn away. Oh crud. She stood, dragging her bags with her. One bag caught at the edge of the bench and split, giving freedom to oranges and mangos as they escaped. “Oh no. No. No,” she cried out. She grabbed the two nearby, but the others tumbled along the slope toward the tall, dark, wet stranger.
She shrieked as he leaped into action and collected the wayward fruit. He took them to where his longboard and wet suit lay, collecting them under one arm, and casually walked up the slight hill toward her.
“I believe these are yours,” while holding out three pieces of fruit. Eyes the color of a clear blue sky rivaling her current view stunned her, holding her captive. They reminded her of another pair she’d seen recently. Mentally, she shook herself and dismissed it as a coincidence. His smile seemed to widen her embarrassment. Could he possibly get any more handsome?
“Thank you.” The blush she’d felt extended further across her throat, burning her ears. “The bag split when I picked it up.” Glancing at his hand, she swallowed hard. Taking the three pieces, she popped into her handbag. She could still feel the momentary touch of his skin against her fingers, sending a warm zing through her. She was already feeling hot, but now she burned. Tiny drops of perspiration popped like tiny water balloons above her lip line.
“Mahalo. They don’t make plastic bags like they used to. I hope the fruit is still okay and not bruised.” The gravel voice produced tingles across her skin.
She focused on her handbag. “Oh… I’m sure they’ll be fine.”
“First time here?”
She looked up at him, floored by his intense eyes as they burned into her. The warmth of his smile had a way of soothing her, and she smiled back. She flicked her sunglasses onto her head, pushing her hair from her face. “Yes, in a way. I’m renting a little cottage not far,” she said, pointing in the other direction.
“The pale blue cottage with the orange door?”
“Yes, how did you know?”
“It’s a small town, and it’s my place. I hope you like it.” His smile seemed to widen, displaying almost perfect white teeth. Except for one slightly smaller crooked tooth in the bottom row, drew her closer inspection.
Time stopped, evaporated into their own pool, and everything surrounding them disappeared.
“Oh, it’s charming. It looks freshly renovated. Your handy work?”
“Yeah, it’s a bit of a hobby of mine. Fix old places and rent them. I wasn’t sure about the orange door, but my mom loves it, so I left it there.”
“I’m glad you did.”
A tall blonde woman half-running, half-walking fast, madly waving her arms caught their attention. They both turned to see her crossing the road toward them on impossibly high heels, calling out, “Harry. Harry.”
“I’m guessing you’re Harry?”
He laughed and looked back at Caitlyn. “Yes, ma’am.” He adjusted his surfboard under his arm and held out his other hand. “Aloha. Nice to meet you. And you are?”
“Oh, um…” She took hold of his hand as it engulfed her much smaller one, surprised by how smooth and refreshingly cool it was. “Caitlyn. But you already knew it.”
“I wasn’t sure. I’m glad to meet you.” He continued to hold her hand.
“Harry. You’re going to be late.” The blonde-haired woman called out in a strong Texas twang as she came closer, huffing, trying to catch her breath.
“Yes, all right, Louise, I’m coming.” He said, not taking his eyes off her. “I’m sorry to cut you off like this, but I hope to see you again, Caitlyn.”
The way he pronounced her name, and the gentle touch of his hand further inflamed her insides. “Oh, sure. It’s nice to meet you, too.”
“Harry. Seriously, you need to go NOW.” Louise sent Caitlyn an apologetic smile.
“Caitlyn, this is Louise. She runs my life. Very bossy at times.” He laughed.
“Hi, I’ve got to drag him away.”
Caitlyn enjoyed hearing her strong twang. “No problem, I need to go anyway.”
“Louise, stop worrying. I’m sure they will not be bothered by me being a few minutes late.” He turned back to her. “Caitlyn, do you have a bicycle?”
“What? No.”
“No problem. I’ll see you soon.” He called, winking, and gave her another smile.
* * *
“Ah, Aloha. Please come in. I’ve been looking forward to your visit,” Elspeth sang out as she opened the door, pulling Caitlyn into a hug and giving the European two-cheek kiss.
“Thank you so much.” Caitlyn’s cheeks flamed, taken aback by the open friendliness.
“Come into where it’s cooler. We sure are having a heatwave.” She seemed barely able to contain her excitement. “It’s not normally like this. The sea breezes usually come through and keep things cooler, but this summer, it is still and calm. A storm is coming. Do you like storms? I love a good storm. Hopefully, it’s not a bad one. You will love living here as much as I do. I am sure of it.”
Elspeth pulled Caitlyn through the hallway. She could scarcely take in her surroundings. However, her senses were overloaded by hints of hibiscus, frangipani, rich raspberries, and honeysuckle vine-framed doors. “Where are you taking me?”
“Come through to the courtyard. It’s my little oasis. Please take a seat. I’ve got the dripper fan working, and it feels heavenly. Give me a minute. I’ll get our tea first.”
Caitlyn pulled out a chair at a glass table, surrounded by a lush tropical garden filled with exotic scents of frangipani and jasmine. Wisps of water spray cooled the air.
“Wow…, I’ve seen nothing like this before. It’s so tropical. Beautiful.” She committed it to memory for later so she could use it in one of her designs.
“It’s clever. And refreshing.”
“It’s wonderful. Do you mind if I take photos?”
“Sure, go ahead.”
Caitlyn pulled out her cell phone and stood to one side, taking pictures from different angles.
On the table was an English fine bone china set, as though it came from the eighteenth century. She gently collected a cup, captivated by its transparency.
“Elspeth, this is an exquisite tea set. It must be over a hundred years old.” Caitlyn called out.
“Indeed, plus more. My marvelous son gave it to me a few years ago as a gift. He’s such a beautiful, kind soul,” Elspeth called through the door as she came through, holding a tray with a matching teapot and two tall glasses of iced water.
“And good taste.”
“Here we go.” She smiled while pouring the tea. “Do you like sugar and milk?”
“A little milk, please.”
“You have an arts background, I’m sure of it. You have a good eye.”
“I’m an architect, but my passion is interior design. I plan to start my business. But I’m in no rush to do anything yet. My mother was the artist.”
“Yes, of course.” Elspeth sat back in her chair and stared at her. “You look a lot like her, you know. It surprised me when I first saw you. I imagined it was her for a moment.” She let out a sigh and smiled. “…but I had to make sure.”
“You knew my mother?” Her world stopped. “But when? How?” Caitlyn placed the delicate cup down harder than intended, worried she’d broken the fragile piece. Her stomach did a funny twirl inside her. She looked at the older woman sitting there with a sheepish grin, nodding slightly.
“I did, but, oh dear, am I to assume she’s passed away? That is unexpected news. When?”
“I was fourteen when she died. A car crash. A drunk driver. It was around this time of year.” Her insides caved, the pain still raw, even after fifteen years.
“My poor darling, I’m so sorry. I wish I had known. You poor thing. I lost touch with Madelena after she moved to the city with your father. Oh, and your poor father, how is he?” Elspeth moved to take Caitlyn’s hands into hers.
Caitlyn smiled at the image of her loving father. “Dad is good. He never remarried, which saddens me. I don’t think he could ever bring himself to love another woman the way he loved her. I think he blames himself for not being able to protect her.” A long, solitary tear escaped, and she bowed her head to hide it.
“Don’t hide your tears, darling girl. Your mother was one of a kind. She was so dear to me. We were at university together and inseparable. Until she met your father, of course. Well, her world turned around. She was so in love with Frank. We were all envious of that kind of love.” Elspeth looked away, lost in her memories. “They were the perfect couple. They adored each other.” Tears pooled and she sniffled. “I think we were all a little in love with Frank.”
Caitlyn smiled, remembering how her parents were and their effect on people. She sucked in a deep breath, bolstering her courage to carry on.
“Well, this is incredible to find you like this. I believe mum would be smiling at us. When did you move to Hawaii?”
“She would be. I know it. I came a long time ago now. I met my husband; he was in the US military. We moved a lot over the years and lived in many countries. Our son was born in America, in Washington DC, and we stayed there for a few years. My husband was a good man. I miss him. After he died about two years ago, my son convinced me to move here, believing the quieter life would suit us both better. It’s home, and we love it.”
“Does your son live here with you?”
“No, he’s got a place near his office, across the road from the beach. He likes to surf in the mornings.”
“Well, it is lovely here, and I know I’m going to love it here, too.”
“Oh good, I’m glad.”
Caitlyn sipped her tea.
“And, my dear, what about you? Did you marry?”
“Yes, but not for long.”
“Oh no, what happened?”
“I was young and naïve. And stupid. I gave him five years.” She focused on her cup. “We met at university, and we both graduated with honors.” She shook her head and glanced away. “After we married, we built a business and brought in associates. It thrived, but our marriage didn’t. He decided it was best I not be involved. He took over. I became the corporate trophy wife. Always quiet, meek, and mild. Never outspoken. Told to be where and when, what to wear, and what to say.”
“Ah, the control freak. I know the kind. Poor darling. I assume you had no children.”
Caitlyn shook her head slightly. “I wanted them, but…, he made sure it didn’t happen.” She faced downward with closed eyes, fighting the pain inside her as further tears broke through. The memory of her falling down the stairs and the subsequent miscarriage stole the breath from her. Her memory of the event was always a little blurred with James at the top of the staircase. She swallowed hard.
“He didn’t beat you, did he? Oh, lord, no.” Horror filled her voice.
“No. No. He didn’t hit me.” Caitlyn hoped to reassure her by smiling. It occurred to her that perhaps her fall wasn’t an accident.
“Often verbal abuse is worse than the physical. My darling, I’m so sorry.” Elspeth let out a long breath. She picked up the cup and saucer and passed it to Caitlyn. “Here, finish this. It will make you feel better. And stronger.”
“Thank you. I’m not sure why I told you. I don’t normally talk about myself.”
“Darling, you can talk to me about anything. I feel as though you are family. Now I know for certain who you are. Your mother and I were close once. I’m so sad I lost touch with her. We both went our separate ways. We wrote occasionally, but over the years, they became fewer, and one day, they stopped. Now I understand why. She would have made a brilliant grandmother. We were like sisters for many years, you know. I have something of hers I’d like to give you.” She stood. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
Caitlyn finished her tea and looked around the small garden. She noticed an unusual color rose growing nearby. She went toward it and lightly touched the soft petals, bent to smell its sweet perfume.
“How perfect.”
“Yes, precisely. Perfect.”
She slightly yelped at the sound of a low voice from the rear of the yard and spun around to see herself delving into a magical world of sunshine blue. “It’s you.”
“Hello. This is a pleasant surprise. How are the oranges?”
“Uh… juicy.”
He let out a short laugh. “Yes, I can imagine, after the tumble they had.”
It surprised her to find the same man who caught her attention at the beach and dressed impeccably in an expensive, dark charcoal suit. “It’s nice to see you with your clothes on.” She swallowed hard while her ears burned. Why did I say that? I hardly know the man. “Don’t tell me you’re Elspeth’s son.”
“Okay. I won’t.” His smile widened, reaching his sparkling eyes.
“This is a lucky coincidence. I’ve only now come from your place.”
“Your place, you mean. Why?”
“It’s yours while you rent it. I dropped off a bicycle. I hope you don’t object. It has a basket useful for carrying wayward oranges and mangos. It might be convenient around town, saving you from driving your car or walking. And…, perhaps we might go riding together. If you want to, of course.”
“Oh. How… kind. I enjoy walking. But thank you.”
He loosened his tie and undid his top two buttons. He must have been sweltering in the suit.
“Caitlyn, I know we’ve only met, but I’d like to get to know you.”
“Oh, I can’t. I mean… I’m… in the process of… divorce…,” she stumbled, unable to find the right words in her panic.
He raised a flattened hand. “Hey, it’s okay. There’s plenty of time.”
“Okay, my darling, are you ready? Harrison. How delightful, you’re finally here. Have you met our Caitlyn? This gorgeous girl is my best friend, Madelena’s daughter.”
He smiled. “Small world. I have. She’s renting the cottage with the orange door.” He moved closer to his mother and kissed her cheek, holding her close. “You seem animated. Are you all right?”
“Yes, dear, come and sit. Goodness, it is a small world. Oh, it’s a lovely cottage and so perfect for you.” She stopped and looked at them both. “There is something in the air. Fate. I always say things happen for a reason. Caitlyn, please come and sit. Have some more tea. You look flushed all of a sudden. Harrison, you’ll have some tea as well.” Elspeth poured.
“What’s going on, mother?”
“Well, Caitlyn and I have been reminiscing and… I wanted to give her something.” She pulled up a small painting from the other side of her chair.
Caitlyn yelped and almost dropped her cup. “Oh, my…”
Harrison stared at the painting and at Caitlyn. “Stunning. The same dark flowing hair, the same dark expressive eyes. Beautiful. It’s you. But how can it be? The painting must be at least forty or more years old.”
“It’s my mother,” Caitlyn spoke the words, but her voice was of a stranger. Sad and broken.
“It’s Madelena’s self-portrait. She never believed it was a good likeness and wanted to destroy it. But I knew better and convinced her to leave it with me. I’m so glad I did, and now I understand why. She truly was a beautiful woman. It’s amazing. You are so like her.”
Caitlyn held her hand over her mouth. Tears streamed unchecked and free flowing. Elspeth placed the painting on the table. “Caitlyn, this belongs to you. Your mother was once my best friend, and I’m sorry she’s no longer with us. As sad as it is, I’m grateful you’ve made your way to me.” She wrapped her arms around Caitlyn as they both cried.
Caitlyn laughed through her tears. She looked at Harrison, trying to smile. “I’m sorry, you’ve seen me at my worst.”
He shook his head. “I don’t believe so.”
* * *
“Well, my darlings, I may have overdone things a little. I’m feeling a little tired. Would you mind terribly if I excuse myself?” Elspeth raised her arms to stretch and yawned loudly.
“Elspeth, you are a wonderful hostess. Thank you so much for asking me over and spoiling me with dinner as well. I should get on home, anyway.” Caitlyn stood, collecting the few leftover dishes on the table.
“Darling, please don’t worry yourself about these dishes. I’ll sort it out tomorrow. Harry, why don’t you escort Caitlyn home? I will see you both soon.” She moved around the table, kissing first Harrison and hugging him.
“Goodnight, Mother, I’ll check on you in the morning. Sleep well.” Harrison kissed his mother and hugged her closely. She seemed frail suddenly. Even though she never complained, nor did she expect any sympathy. Her illness had slowed her, and it was becoming obvious. In the brief space of three months, she had aged. The light was fading in her eyes, and it broke his heart. The treatment seemed far worse than the disease, but he knew she would beat it. She is a fighter and strong. She will recover in time.
Harrison saw the confused look cross Caitlyn’s beautiful, expressive, and sad eyes and was glad she said nothing. He would explain in private. He couldn’t believe his luck as he walked into his mother’s backyard to find the woman of his dreams standing there. Her skin tone matched the rose she smelled to perfection. Her hair was so dark it glistened silver in the sunshine.
Earlier, when his eyes locked onto hers, a jolt of electricity zapped through him like a power punch to his gut. Never had he experienced a reaction like it. It took a simple glance. Then he heard her speak. The voice of an angel. WOW. It melted him inside.
To find out she was his new tenant had made his day. It was meant to be.
Harrison struggled to focus on his work, constantly glancing out the window, hoping to glimpse her. The view of the surf didn’t even hold his interest, as they normally did. He was so distracted, unable to focus, and neglected his clients—all he saw was Caitlyn.
Normally, he didn’t allow his tenants to know who he was, nor have much to do with them, preferring to be anonymous. It was easier to pretend to be the handyman when needed. But, with Caitlyn, he wanted to know everything and was happy she knew him.
“Are you ready to go? I’ll give you a hand with the painting.”
“Yes, thank you.”
He watched as she moved across to Elspeth, as they wrapped their arms around each other like long-lost friends. It surprised him they had met only yesterday and yet had become close so quickly.
His mother called it fate.
Could it be true?
* * *
They stood on the pathway overlooking the bay; the reflected moonlight glistened in a long white line against the darkened deep water. Waves danced along the shore, gently lapping. “What a perfect evening,” Caitlyn said, giving Harrison a small smile. She sniffed the air. “Lord, I love the smell.”
“Smell?”
She giggled, and a slow burn worked its way along her neckline.
“Ever since I arrived, there’s this wonderful scent in the air. It could be the frangipani and hibiscus flowers all over the place.”
“Oh, sure. I’m so used to it I don’t notice it anymore.” He sniffed the air and noticed what was around him all along.
She let out a soft sigh as the air gently ruffled her hair.
“It’s pretty calm now,” he lifted his face, “this breeze is pleasant. A storm is coming.” He didn’t want the evening to end.
“Funny; Elspeth warned the same thing.”
“Well, if my mom said it, it must be true. She’s never wrong about these things.” He smiled, unable to stop watching her.
“So, how do you like it here?” Stupid question. He’d already heard her tell how much she loved it here. She smiled, and a tiny crease formed between her eyes. She took a deep breath and slowly let it out. It mesmerized him.
“I’m loving it. It’s like I can breathe again for the first time in years. I go to bed at night to hear the ocean waves and fight the urge to sleep. And waking to the chorus of early morning birds is such a delight. I feel refreshed and alive. It sounds ridiculous, I know. Back at home, tucked away in suburban Sydney, sleeping and waking was a struggle. There are so few birds, not like here. I don’t miss the sound of cars, horns honking, angry, tired people. Buses and trains. I’m happy to have left it all behind.” She shook her head and closed her eyes as though trying to dispel the reminder. Her thick, dark curls gently swung around her shoulders. He fisted his hands to stop himself from reaching out to caress them.
“It’s not silly at all. It’s understandable. I haven’t always lived here. Sydney was home for a while, too, and in Washington, DC, before that. Two stark contrasts with their similarities. Working stupid hours, drinking way too much alcohol, getting little satisfaction out of the cases I was dealing with.” He saw the look of interest cross her face. Or was it confusion? “You know, the low-life drug users who did petty crimes to feed their addictions with no remorse toward the people they’d wronged badly. Those who felt they were hard done by society, who never finished school because they were too lazy, but blamed the teachers, their parents, society, blah blah blah.”
She nodded her head and frowned. “Yes, but I’m sure some were legitimate, with genuine problems. Surely, you can’t blame it solely on them.”
His gut bounced with his guilt. “Yep, you’re right, but the majority were plain dumb. I’m afraid to say my sympathy levels dropped dramatically after dealing with the liars and frauds. You can’t fix stupid…” He let out a short cough, “even though I tried.”
“I’m sorry, it sounds horrible.” She sounded disappointed.
“Don’t get me wrong, I tried helping them, especially the younger ones. But after a while, it got harder and harder. I’m not a social worker, but… it’s what I seemed to do more and more. It became harder to defend them. I was losing my sense of right and wrong. They became another number, and I didn’t care if I lost or they went to jail. I didn’t care about them anymore. I didn’t care whether they got the rehabilitation they needed. It became all about the money and chasing the bigger clients. The faster car. The flashier home. The more expensive suits.”
“I know the type. What about girlfriends?”
He shrugged his shoulders and let out a harrumph. “Plenty of them, but all for the wrong reasons.” He hated the person he had become, cynical and uncaring. Now and again, he raises his ugly head, and he needs to remind himself how fortunate he is to have got away from it.
“How sad. I can’t see you that way, but I hear the cynic in you. I hope it’s better now.” The lilt of her voice skimmed across his heart. Everything about her was innocence and goodness.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
She turned away from him, looking out to the bay. He’d shocked her… FUCK. Why did he have to do that?
“I’m sorry, that was forward of me. Things are much better now. We get the odd petty crime here, but nothing major. These days, I mostly look after property law. Real estate is easy here; seeing cheerful people makes a difference.”
“What about Louise?”
“Louise?”
“Yes… how does she fit in?”
“She’s…” he swallowed hard. How was he going to explain? His sometimes go to girl. “Louise is my assistant.”
He noticed the doubt cloud on her face and the nod of her head. “Okay.”
“Come on, I’ll walk you home.” He was relieved when she gifted him a smile as though it was all forgotten.
“Thanks… maybe you can help hang that painting.” He’d almost forgotten it was in his arms.
“Sure, easily done.”
* * *
“Harrison, you and your mom are so similar, easygoing, easy to speak with. It’s an exceptional quality. You must be good at your job.” Goodness, he was easy on the eye. He had removed his jacket and tie and rolled his sleeves while hanging the painting of her mother. His trousers molded over his backside and legs so perfectly. She enjoyed watching the way the fine fabric skimmed him so well. He was so precise, measuring the perfect position in the living room.
He laughed and sent her a bright smile. His wind-mussed dark hair suited his cheesy smile, and she couldn’t help but laugh. What would it be like to run my fingers through it?
Something loud crashed outside, causing the cottage to shake. “What on earth was that?” she cried out. She’d been so distracted by him she hadn’t noticed the weather had turned bad outside.
“The storm has finally arrived.” He headed to the front door, which almost blew inwards against the full-frontal blast. Rain sprayed over him, and he struggled to force it closed. “This could be bad. You best make sure all the windows are closed tight.”
Caitlyn immediately ran from room to room and closed all the windows tight. Harrison was on the phone with his mother when she re-entered the living room.
“All right, you hunker down and stay in your room. If you need to, get into the bathtub. And please do nothing dumb. Ride it out, and I’ll come to you as soon as it’s passed. Okay. Sure, I love you too. See you soon.” While talking, he looked directly at Caitlyn. “She’s okay for the moment. I’ll check on her again later.”
“Should we go to her?”
“No. Her house is tucked away and out of the storm’s path.”
“But… what aren’t you telling me? We are… in its direct path, and this isn’t a normal storm. Is it?” She shivered.
“I checked the weather app. It’s a small tropical storm. We have these all the time during this time of year.”
Thunder boomed long and loud above them, and Caitlyn couldn’t help herself from shrieking. “Holy cow, that was close.” She moved to sit on the lounge with her feet curled under her. Her skin speckled with goosebumps, rubbing her hands along her arms. “I can’t believe how quickly it turned.”
Suddenly a loud siren sounded, and Caitlyn looked at Harrison with wide eyes. “Oh my God… what on earth?”
“Relax, that’s the cyclone warning system.”
“Cyclone. Oh, my God. A cyclone. Should we leave? Go somewhere higher. Is there a community center where people go to?”
“Caitlyn, it’s okay. It happens sometimes. Look, if it gets serious, the alarm tone changes. This is only the first one, meaning it’s low grade. For the moment, we’re okay. But I guess I’m stuck here for the duration. I hope you don’t mind. Or I could run for it back to mom’s house.” He moved to sit near her on the sofa.
Curls swished around her shoulders as she shook her head. “I can’t have you going out there; you’ll ruin your suit. Besides, it’s nice to have company for a change. Don’t get me wrong, I like my own company, but sometimes…”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Do you want a drink? I’ve got some wine…” She stood and walked into the kitchen. The wine was a gift from her father for being brave and making the move. She smiled, looking at the bottle. “Thanks, dad.”
She poured a liberal amount into each glass and handed one to Harrison. “So, here’s to bravery!” And swallowed a large mouthful.
A thick, dark eyebrow raised, “bravery?”
“Yes…,” she laughed, taking another mouthful. “It’s a long story, and something my dad said to me about being brave for what I was doing. It’s not worth the effort telling you all the sordid details.”
“Your dad is here too?”
“No, no… sadly, he went back to Sydney a couple of days ago.” She missed her dad, but knew he had things to do back home. And to prevent a certain someone from finding out where she was.
“Shame, I would have liked to meet him. Mom would have enjoyed it too, no doubt.”
She nodded her head. If only she had known about Elspeth and let out a small sigh. She would let her dad know the first chance she got.
“So… we’ve got all night. Tell me the sordid details.”
She curled her legs under her and made herself comfortable on the sofa. “It’s complicated, but the bottom line is, I want James out of my life for good. Soon, he will be my ex-husband, and I will be happy to never see him again.”
“How is it complicated?” He relaxed on the lounge and made himself more comfortable.
“Oh, where do I begin? We built our business together, which he prefers I did not have any part of. He claims I don’t have any financial ownership of the business, even though it was registered under both our names. The trouble is, we started it with my money, you see. He didn’t have any money of his own and still doesn’t. Our house is the same, even though the deed is under both of our names. The money from my inheritance from my mum was used to pay for both. I believed him and in what we were doing. I was so blind. Stupid. He fooled me and everyone else.”
“He sounds like a piece of work, a royal prick. It could even be one of my partners back in Sydney. You realize, because you left the country, you may have forfeited any rights to keeping the house and assets.”
“Fine by me. I hate the house and want nothing from it. It carries ghosts and bad memories. I just want him to pay me back.” She was glad to be away from it. The searing pain returned each time she walked down the stairs, and she couldn’t escape it. Before she departed Australia, the only thing she left behind, aside from her father, were strict instructions with her solicitor, her secret location, and a restraining order
“I’m sorry your marriage failed. No, that’s not entirely true, I’m glad. It brought you here. Mom calls it fate.”
Fate. What did it mean, exactly?
Caitlyn watched him from over her wine glasses. He was so different from her ex.
Just as soon as the wedding band went on, James became ruthless, hard-featured, cold-eyed, and cold-hearted. He jealously wanted the best of everything and cared for nothing and no one. He used people for what he could get, and when she tried to make him accountable, he became ugly and cruel.
Whereas Harrison’s eyes glowed with warmth and softness, especially when he smiled. The way he cared for his mother spoke volumes about the man he was. Full of integrity and a passion for life, and great patience. He wasn’t afraid of getting his hands dirty, happy to do things himself, and did not demand others to do it for him.
“There must have been something about the man you liked. Otherwise, why else would you have married him?”
He returned from the kitchen with the wine bottle, refilling her glass before emptying the rest into his. Warmth entered her face, making it difficult to hide the smile.
“He would have filled his glass first and then maybe mine or not bothered at all.” She couldn’t believe how honest she was being with this man, a stranger, who made her feel more warmth and excitement in one day than she had ever felt in five years with the man she married.
“You know what’s funny? A few days before our wedding, I saw a mystic fortune teller. I remember her. She was a most unusual woman and warned me against James. Said I was making a mistake. She said he was bad, not in those exact words, of course, but… in retrospect, I understand what she was telling me. Her name was uncommon too, Madam Mireille.” Could Harrison be the other one Mireille mentioned? The perfect one.
She tried to remember a time when she’d had fun and looked away from Harrison’s delving eyes. It was as though he could see right through her.
“So, where is the ex now?”
“Back in Sydney, I suppose, telling lies about me, no doubt.”
“I’m sorry. He didn’t deserve you.”
She squirmed and swallowed hard. “Can we please stop talking about him?”
“Of course…” A loud boom exploded around them. The house shook, and Caitlyn jumped.
“Hey, don’t be frightened. I’m here. You’re safe.”
Considering his warm blue eyes, she didn’t question her safety from the storm, but her heart from falling for this man. Could she trust him? Could she trust herself? Her heart rate exploded, and her throat contracted as she swallowed. Electricity filled the air. “I… I normally like a good storm.”
He moved closer, taking hold of her free hand. “I’m the same. I don’t know how to explain this, but…”
“But?” She repeated, swallowing again.
“You’re like no one I’ve ever met before, and I want to kiss you right now.” He shuffled even closer, his face so near hers she could feel his light breath brush against her skin.
“You do…” It came out in a whisper. Her heart was in her throat. Did she want him to kiss her? Her lips parted, “I’m…, I’m not…” It was a hushed murmur. She was struggling with it, terrified of what it might imply. A relationship with someone was the last thing she was looking for. Looking for someone was never the plan. But his mouth was so enticing…
His lips were so close. “Say yes…”
She delved deeper into deep blue pools darkened by desire, losing the battle. Perhaps it was the wine. Her head tipped back. The warmth of his fingers caressed the inside of her palm. She closed her eyes and gave in willingly. “Yes.”
Soft as satin, thick lips barely touched hers. With the lightest trace, he ran them over hers, surprising her. She opened her eyes to see him watching, silently asking for more as though confirming she was sure. “Yes…”
With her second affirmative, he released her hand and ran his free fingers through her hair, softly holding her head. “The lady said yes…” and his lips took ownership of hers. So gentle and undemanding. She pushed herself against him, against the finest soft velvet, wanting more, and he happily obliged.
* * *
The wild wind howled in violent gusts, pushing against the little cottage. A loud crash sounded against the front lanai. Harrison rested his forehead against Caitlyn, trying to get his libido to settle. He had to slow things before he lost complete control of himself. “I… best check outside. This storm doesn’t sound like it’s about to settle soon.”
Her breaths came fast, and the pulse at the base of her throat pumped wildly. He lowered his mouth to taste her.
By the look in her eyes, she was as surprised as him by their connection. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. He needed to put some space between them. “You are so captivating. What you have done to me?”
He slowly moved aside, adjusting his trousers to accommodate his need. He inhaled air and shook his head while she sat gorgeous, blameless, and surprising.
The sound of shattering glass exploded in another room. Caitlyn shrieked. They both jumped up and bolted toward it. The curtains billowed wildly into the spare room, shredding as a mangled tree branch stuck through.
“I need to get outside to close the shutters. Damn it, I should have already done it.” He shut the door to the room, forced Caitlyn back to the lounge room, and gently led her to sit. “I want you to stay right here. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He could see the fear in her eyes.
With difficulty, he turned and headed out the front door.
Rain bombarded him with a sheet of sharp needles, striking him with full force. He welcomed the onslaught, letting it cool his senses. The wind pushed him against the house, full frontal, and he struggled to move against it. Bent over, he pushed forward along the lanai and saw debris collected against the front of the house.
He checked the windows and closed the outside shutters, worried something would blow across and smash the rest of them. A large palm frond smacked into him, and he fought against it, trying to move it to the other side of the house.
He moved to the tree branch, trying to dislodge and pull it from the window frame, but it had wedged itself against it. The other branches twisted and grabbed at him. His shirt loosened and flapped about; the fine fabric easily shredded. He yanked at the large branch, pulled it, and wrenched it out, tossing it to the other side of the house. At a crawl, he hunched and managed to close the white shutters to the broken window.
He staggered to the side of the house, savagely shunted, and landed face first into the side garden bed. “Ah… crap!”
On hands and knees, Harrison carefully crawled to the rear of the house, where it was slightly sheltered, to catch his breath. The storm had brutally winded him.
“Harrison…”
He vaguely heard his name called.
“Harrison, are you alright? Please, come back inside…”
“Caitlyn, go back.” He yelled against the wind and slowly headed toward her, floored by her concern for him. “Wow…” but there was no time for him to ponder further as another violent gust of wind caught him and pushed him off the balcony and into the rear yard. He rolled.
He heard Caitlyn scream as she tried to come toward him. “No. Caitlyn. Stay there. I’m okay. Get inside.” He yelled against the noise, afraid she wouldn’t hear him.
On his hands and knees once again and his head lowered, he slowly crawled out of the wind’s way and back to safety. Her arms came to him, and they huddled together, reaching the open door.
“I was so worried about you. You’re drenched.”
“Oh, honey, it’s sweet of you. I’m fine. Man, that wind, wild.” He ran a hand through his wet hair.
“Let me get you a towel. Your shirt is ruined.”
“I’ve got plenty of spares.” He grinned at her while removing it. The white undershirt was drenched through, so he removed it, laying it over the rear of a chair.
When Caitlyn returned, she stopped to look at him. She had the same look when he spied her watching him at the beach. He sucked in his breath. He stepped unhurriedly toward her, taking the towel from her. “Is this for me? Thanks.”
“Oh, yes… you… surprised me.”
He liked how she admired his body so openly. He worked hard at being in shape, not only by going to the gym, which he found boring, but through hard physical manual labor. The lumber work he did himself, carting it, forming it, he took pride in his labor.
He enjoyed buying rundown houses at minimal cost, tearing down the old, and replacing them with new ones. Often, he would change the house’s layout, removing unnecessary walls and opening the spaces to make them more open-plan and livable. He enjoyed it more than he did being a lawyer.
“You’re hurt.” She lightly traced a finger near his eye, touching his face. “I’ll get the first aid kit.”
He liked the way she seemed to care for him. “It’s nothing.”
“No, you’re bleeding. Please sit so I can clean it.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He smiled and did as he was told. She pulled out some cotton balls and soaked them in disinfectant.
“This might sting a little.”
She dabbed gently high against his cheek. “Ouch.” He jerked his head aside.
“Oh, you big baby. Hold still.”
He felt his eyebrow pop. “Big baby, huh? I risked my life out there, and you’re calling me a big baby.”
“You’re my hero.”
“That’s better. Ouch, it still stings…” he laughed as she cleaned his wound, placing a butterfly band-aid over the minor cut while looking at her amazing dark brown eyes, getting lost in them.
“There, you’ll live. It won’t even leave a scar.”
He took her hands in his. “Damn, don’t scars make men more handsome?”
“Ha, you don’t need any help there.”
“Is that right? You think me handsome.” He managed to maneuver his legs around her, so she stood between them. “I have you captured now.”
“Yes, you do. So… what happens now?”
“Well, I suppose it all depends on you.”
“On me. How so?”
“Caitlyn, I’m no angel. I’m not perfect by any means. But… I’d like to see where this goes between you and me.”
“I’m not ready yet for anything… romantic, and I’m far from perfect. But I get what you’re saying. I feel it, too. Could we take this slow?”
“I’ll go as slow as you want me to. You’ll guide me, and I will expect nothing from you. You need to know I’m nothing like your ex, and you have nothing to fear from me.” He gently ran a finger along the soft curve of her jawline.
Caitlyn became quiet, and he feared she was pulling away from him. “Are you okay? Or have I terrified you?”
“Um, maybe, a little, perhaps.”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For your honesty. If we are honest with each other, we will be okay.” He appreciated her goodness and could see the passion and strength within her. She wanted what they could have, but he knew he had to go slow. As hard as it might be, he would do it with every fiber of his being.
“I suggest we get to know each other. I have a proposition. We spend as much time as we can together. Have some fun. Play tourist. Hang out together. Tell me, what would you like to do?”
“Me? I’m not sure. I wasn’t looking for fun, I suppose. I was looking for a rest and eventually start up my business. I’ve never been asked what I wanted before.”
“Well, you’ll hear it a lot from now on.” He laughed.
She gave him a bright smile, reaching her lovely eyes.
“I’d like to try if you’ll let me.”
“Okay.”
“It’s late. This storm isn’t settling yet. You should head to bed and get some sleep. I’ll stay on the lounge.”
* * *
Sun blared between the cracks of the shutters and made a direct path into her eyes. She rolled over and groaned out loud. She had slept so badly. But it wasn’t the noise of the storm, the battering winds, nor the trees bashing at the side of the house. It was knowing Harrison was asleep on her lounge, close to her. The man was dazzling. He was not only good-looking, but his soul was also beautiful. There was so much to the man besides his good looks. Perhaps it would be fun to spend time with him. What could it hurt?
If he had kissed her one more time, she would have easily conceded and let him into her bed. Instead, Madam Mireille visited her, reminding her of her prediction. She smacked her pillow and groaned.
She recalled his lips against hers, how she melted in his arms, like ice cream on a hot summer’s day, skimming across his glorious hard body.
She kicked her legs and cried into her pillow.
“Caitlyn?”
Her heart stopped, and her breath caught in her throat. He stood at her doorway.
She peaked from beneath her sheet. “Morning.”
“Are you okay? I heard you scream.”
“Sorry. I… I… it was a dream. I’m okay. Thank you.”
“Okay. I’m going to take a shower. Do you mind?”
“No. I mean. Of course, go ahead.”
When she heard the door close to her bathroom and heard the water flow in the shower, she breathed again. She cringed and called herself an idiot of the biggest kind.
She dragged herself out and pulled on a dressing gown, stumbling into the kitchen. The doors were wide open, and she blinked at how bright and fresh it was. Surprised to find the coffee made, she helped herself to some, sweetening it with sugar and milk.
She stood by the front door and looked out at the surrounding destruction. “What a mess.”
“Yeah… but it will clean easily. Luckily, there is minor damage to the house, a mess in the yard, and a broken window. Pretty lucky in the scheme of things. It could have been far worse.”
“Oh hey… you’re so quiet.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”
“Have you spoken with your mum?”
“She’s fine. She barely heard anything. I’ll go around and check on her shortly.” His eyes bore into her. “How did you sleep?”
Was she going to lie to him and pretend otherwise? “Not so great. There was… distractions.” And she looked into his sunlit blue eyes.
He grinned. “Yeah. Same.”
He knew exactly what she meant. “Thanks for the coffee.”
“Mahalo. You’re welcome. Now, I must get out of here and check on mom and my place. I’ll be back later to help clear around here. While I’m gone, get some rest.” He placed a hand under her chin. “You look tired, but I’m sort of glad as to the reason. It wasn’t the storm, was it?”
She could not prevent the smile at her guilty thoughts. “Once I have a shower, I’ll be fine. You have a way of sidetracking me.”
“Thank you.” He leaned in and kissed her. His lips were gentle against hers. He smelled good. She placed a hand against his heart and felt it beating strongly against a hard chest.
“I’ll see you later,” she said.
His broad smile warmed her. “You will.”
* * *
It was hard to leave her, but his concern for his mom got the better of him. Even though she said she was ok, she sounded weary, and he suspected things were far worse than she alleged. When he got there, he was right. She’d been awake all night, trying to hold things together.
“Mother, please, I want you to go back to bed. I’ll get this place cleaned. I’ll get some help around.”
“Darling, I’m so sorry. You’re always busy looking after me. I’m such a burden to you,” Elspeth cried.
“No, mom, you’re far from it. Come on, let’s get you back to bed. You need to rest. Leave all this to me. When you wake later, it will all be cleared away.”
“Thank you, my darling. I love you.”
“Did you have your medication this morning?”
“Yes darling, stop worrying about me so much. Is Caitlyn, okay? Did the cottage fair alright?”
He knew she was fishing for more than what she was asking, and he smiled at her. “She’s terrific mother, and bar one window smashing. The cottage faired fine.”
Overall, it was simple work, clearing things around his mother’s property. Luckily, her house was protected from the harsh ocean winds. Her shop was also in good condition. Once satisfied, he headed to his place. Normally, it was a simple walk, but it was more of a hazard with so much debris scattered. His house wasn’t as lucky. It sat in the direct path of the storm, and it fared badly. All his outdoor furniture had blown away. Part of his roof had lifted, and shingles were missing. He pushed through the partially blocked doorway to find extensive water damage to the front living room and the kitchen. Many of the windows were smashed. The power was out, and exposed wires were visible. His refrigerator lay on its side with the freezer and main door open.
“Harry… you there, brother?” A loud booming voice called through from what used to be his front door.
“Kale, I’m through here, in what used to be the kitchen.”
“Man, you okay? What a mess. Were you here when this happened?” The big Hawaiian lumbered around the rubble and hugged, clapping each other on their backs.
“No. I was a little…” his mind saw a pair of passionate brown pools sparkling gold and lips of silk, “…occupied. What a crazy night, huh?”
“Oh, yeah… I bet.” Kale nodded his head with a wide grin. “Well, the Gods are not happy about something. The elders are off in the hills, giving offerings.” Kale said offhandedly, as though he didn’t believe in the myths and legends of the old Hawaiian people.
“Those poor innocent pigs…” Harrison let out a sigh and shook his head.
“Yeah, what a waste of good meat, I say,” Kale said, rubbing his stomach.
“Here, have some ice cream as conciliation. And take whatever that’s salvageable back to your place.”
“I’ll take the beer, the unbroken ones. Thanks.”
“How’s your place?”
“All good. We had the place shut tight. We lost a couple of trees, but nothing major. The house is good and solid. We lost the chicken house, though. Luana is unhappy. She blames me for not building a better house for them. Women, I tell yah…” Kale shook his head. “I told her those chickens are off in the forest somewhere, scratching around. They’ll be okay. Now I have to get her new ones. I’ll rebuild Fowlcatraz to be bigger and better. Escape proof.”
“She’s a good woman, your wife, Kale, but I’d hate to get on her bad side. She can be scary sometimes when she loses her temper.” Harrison laughed, smacking his friend on the back.
“Don’t I know it…” and grinned. “Looking at your place, I’d say we got off pretty scot-free.”
“Yeah, well, I didn’t get here to close it, so the wind went through, and the place exploded. Oh well. Nothing I can’t fix, I suppose.” Harrison kicked at what was once a drawer, broken and strewn across his floor. Whatever was in it was long gone, blown away.
“Me and the boys can help you, no problem.” Kale took the container of soft ice cream and happily ate. “Shame to waste it.”
“Thanks, Kale, I appreciate your help. Tell the boys I’ll pay and give them all a bonus at the end. Might even get you some extra pigs.”
The big Hawaiian roared with laughter, with a mouth full of melted ice cream, nodding his head.
* * *
Caitlyn got all the bedding out of the spare room, washed it, and put it on the clothesline to dry. She cleared as much of the broken glass as possible and removed the shredded curtains. The mattress was ruined and would need replacing. She battled with it, dragging it through the house and outside. Overall, she could not complain. The cottage had survived better than some neighbors. With its pristine sand, the normally picturesque beach ahead was now covered in dark matter strewn across it, and an awful smell emanated. Rotting seaweed… she screwed up her nose. I hope that gets cleared.
She cleared as much rubble from around the front of the house as she could and placed it all into a pile near the side of the road. She peered along the street as others did the same. Neighbors waved in good spirits, and the good nature of everyone surprised her. No one complained or cried. They all took it in their stride and in good humor and got on with it. Some of the neighbors’ kids called to help her where possible.
The Hawaiians called it the Aloha spirit; it comes from your soul. She loved what they called the Ha’aha’a, the value of humility and being humble, modest and open your thoughts.
She turned to face the cottage, painted in pale blue and white trims, and the strangely beautiful orange door. An image flashed of a tall, broad-shouldered demigod, and she felt happy for the first time in years. Could it be the Aloha spirit? Smiling, she gave her thanks.
A red jeep pulled beside the curb, and she watched as the most handsome man smoothly slid out. He wore a blue Hawaiian shirt and loose linen pants, and she stood there grinning at him. Her heart raced at the smile he wore. “Aloha. Hello you.”
“Aloha. You’ve been busy. What happened to having a rest?” Harrison said while scanning the surrounding area.
“I tried, but it was easier to get on with it. Some neighbors didn’t do so well. How’s your place?”
“Yeah, not so well. It was in the direct path of the storm. Half the house is gone… a right royal mess, but nothing that can’t be rebuilt. I’ll have a team working on it in the next week.”
“Oh no, I’m so sorry. You should have been there last night. It’s my fault.”
“No. No way. There’s nothing I could have done to prevent what happened. I was better off here. Trust me.”
“I’ve been so worried. How’s your mum?”
“She’s good. At least her place is fine. I tidied things pretty quick.” He raised his hand and gently danced a finger along her face, softly pushing her hair back behind one ear. “I like how you genuinely care for someone you barely know.” He only had to speak, and his voice quenched her deep inside as though she’d been parched for half a century. She swallowed hard.
The warmth from his fingers touched her soul, warming her heart. Caitlyn leaned into his hand, wanting more of him, like a magnet pulled, tugging at her need for love and affection. She had no willpower with this man. She became powerless to his charm, and all he had to do was smile.
“Caitlyn?”
She almost melted like a dollop of butter into a hot skillet when he purred her name.
“Hmm.” She raised her face and got lost in the crisp blue eyes in sheer competition with the sky, gracing them with its beauty.
His lips found hers, intensifying her need for closeness, and she pushed herself against him, molding to his hard body. She easily fit into his arms wrapped around her. She got lost in him as their kiss deepened. Hot tongues danced to a tune of their own. She sketched a hand through his silky hair.
She felt him pull away, and her breaths came hard. He leaned his forehead against hers, panting. “I should get you inside, but I don’t trust myself.” He said in a jagged whisper, breathless. “What you do to me.”
Her chest heaved, and as the realization of what she had done came through, panic rose. “Oh…” She swallowed hard, with difficulty. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so, sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” She pulled away from him and stepped back. Her head bowed. She couldn’t look at him.
“Hey. It’s okay. I’m glad you kissed me.”
“No. I mean… I’m not this person. I… I don’t know who I am…”
“Caitlyn. It’s okay, honest. You’re exhausted. Let’s go inside, and we can talk.” He gently tugged at her hand.
Mindlessly, she did as she was told as tears pooled uncontrolled, hating this weak person she’d become. She blamed her ex-husband for making her this way. Confused. Scared. Wary. She wasn’t like this before, James. She had to find herself again and become the person she was meant to be.
Not the meek and mild, obey your every word, pathetic creature she’d become under James. James, who belittled her constantly. James, who told her she was useless and stupid. James told her where to be, what to wear, who she could be friends with, who she could see, and who she couldn’t.
She remembered a brief time when James worshipped her and told her how beautiful she was and worthy of her love he had been. That was until he placed a ring on her finger and became the monster he truly was.
Harrison led Caitlyn blindly to the kitchen table. He pulled out a chair for her. She sat and folded herself over the table. “I’m so sorry. I, um…” she swallowed hard. Her face scrunched, and she covered it with a hand.
“Ahh love, that bastard really did a number on you, didn’t he? You have nothing to be ashamed of. You did nothing wrong, Caitlyn.”
“I can’t do this. I need… time.” She sniffed, loud and unladylike.
He found a box of Kleenex and passed her a couple. “Here,” and sat on the chair next to her.
“I have all the time in the world. I’m in no hurry. And I promise not to kiss you again.”
She raised her head, her vision blurred through waterlogged eyes. “No… don’t do that. I like your kisses.”
“Well, I’m confused.”
She laughed strangely, unlike her, “hah, that makes two of us.”
* * *
Through the window, Harrison spied Caitlyn as she inspected the gardens in Kale’s backyard as Luana explained the different varieties of Plumeria. Through the simple act of watching her, he felt the blood pounding through his veins. This woman of contrasts confounded him. One minute, she was hot and all over him; the next, she was a crying mess, apologizing.
If he ever got his hands on the creep ex-husband for hurting her, he would do a number on him; the man would never recover. At least Caitlyn’s wounds would heal, eventually; he would make sure of it. He promised to go slow, but damn, it was getting harder on him. How her face softened and her eyes danced in the sunshine as she looked at him burned inside him. He felt her passion. Saw it in her eyes, and yet it terrified her. He had to unleash it to eradicate the pain she feared. To free her from the mistrust she felt.
As the weeks progressed, Caitlyn helped him redesign and rebuild his house. Her ideas impressed him, and he worked them in where he could.
She had easily made friends with Kale and his wife, Luana, and they fell in love with her. Even though Caitlyn was initially shy, she was slowly coming out of her shell and embracing the Hawaiian lifestyle. Her body glowed with a lovely tan. The easy-style linen floral dresses and sarongs filled her wardrobe, replacing the heavy denim and t-shirts. She was embracing the Aloha spirit.
Her dark hair had even lightened in the sunlight, giving it bright burnished highlights throughout. Her eyes would spark each time she looked at him, and he was falling deeper and deeper in love with her.
“Look at them two. They’ve become besties. Like sisters.” Kale looked out the same window and leaned against the kitchen sink.
“Did I tell you I’m going to build Caitlyn an office next to Mom’s store? They’re going to go into business together. Mom’s store and Caitlyn’s interior design are a match made in heaven. She would like Luana to work with her for her Hawaiian cultural expertise.”
Kale pulled a face and nodded his head. “But Luana already has a job.”
Harrison looked at the big man and pretended to punch him in his gut. “You mean looking after you, my fat friend? You look worried. This is a good thing, isn’t it?”
“Sure. Of course. Why not, huh?” He nodded his head, peering out at the two women. “And I’m not fat… it’s all muscle.”
“Huh… muscle.” Harrison grinned at his good friend. Kale was an absolute athlete; for a big guy, there was not a pinch of fat on him. He turned to watch the two lovely ladies hug each other, laughing, and his heart swelled to nearly double, filling his chest with a love he never knew he was capable of.
“You are in trouble, my friend.” Kale’s heavy hand smacked him on his back.
Harrison coughed and rubbed his shoulder. “Kale… what makes you say that?”
“Harry. Harry. Harry. You can’t hide it. I see the way you look at her. She has the same look in her eyes, too. Luana mentioned the same. She sees it all. And you know when my wife says something, it’s true, aye.”
Harrison looked at his big friend and sucked in his breath. He pursed his lips together tight. “I’ve never felt like this. It terrifies me. But you know I can’t rush this, whatever it is.” His eyebrows rose, and he sucked in deeply. “How did you know? With Luana, I mean, that she was the one.”
“Ha… I didn’t. I mean… who does? It happened. One minute I was a single happy man, doing what I do, surfing each day, hanging with the boys. Drinkin’. Yahooing. You know… typical man stuff. And then she came and my balls. They’ll never be the same.” He grabbed his genitals and laughed.
“Jeez, Kale, you talk shit. I’m being serious here.” Harrison shook his head at him in disgust.
Kale looked at him, his dark eyes almost black. “Okay, serious. I don’t know, man. I do know I didn’t want Luana to be with anyone else but me. I figured it was love. I did everything she wanted to do. You know, all the corny stuff, even if I hated it, but with her, I enjoyed myself. We wined and dined. She taught me to dance hula. Fuck, man, I don’t dance. But, at every opportunity, I gave her flowers, took her to the movies, went swimming, and taught her how to surf. Man, I even spent time with her family.” The big man shook himself and then stopped for a moment and smiled. “I know… I took her to the place. Yeah… yeah. I’ll draw you a map. You need to take Caity there. She will fall hard after being there. Yeah.” He grinned with satisfaction. “Yeah.”
Harrison raised an eyebrow. “What place?”
Kale nodded and tapped his nose, grinning. “I’ll draw you a map. It’s secret.”
Harrison sometimes questioned if Kale was all there some days. “Okay.”
“Oh, hey… you coming to our family luau in a couple of weeks? Yeah, you will come, right? Will you bring your mother and the lovely Caity?”
“Wouldn’t miss it.”
* * *
“Harrison, where are you taking me?” Caitlyn questioned for the fifth time. His instructions were to ensure she had her bikini and to wear hiking boots. He would arrange the rest.
They drove over bumps and potholes and deep ruts and boulders through the lush rainforest that, in places, was so thick she was worried there was no road at all.
“You can keep asking me, but you know I’ll not tell you. Wait. Enjoy the scenery.” Harrison smiled brightly at her like a big kid with a big secret.
She loved the wide, goofy smile he gifted her with daily. He wore his dark swimming trunks and a bright red shirt with a mixture of VW combi vans and large flowers printed over it in varying colors. It was the worst shirt she had seen him wear, and she couldn’t help but laugh at him when she saw it. She let out another giggle.
“Are you still laughing at my shirt? I’ll have you know; these are the quintessential holiday wear on these islands, and you can’t possibly not like it.”
“Ha, but I do like it.” And laughed some more.
As they bounced along, she let out a yelp as they hit another boulder the size of a flattened motorhome. “I’m not sure my kidneys can take much more of this, Harrison. Are you sure you know we’re on the right track?”
He peered out in front of them. “Well, I’m going by a rough map Kale drew me. I can only hope it’s the right way.”
“You mean to say you’ve never been here before?” She wasn’t sure this was such a good idea. The road, or the meager suggestion of a road, was getting tighter and narrower by the second.
“Honey, I believe we’ve arrived. There should be an opening here somewhere. We will go on foot for a short walk.” He turned to look at her. “Oh babe, don’t look so worried. It will be worth it. Trust me.”
She swallowed hard and was grateful he was driving slowly, inching over the narrow path.
“Okay, this could be it.” He pulled the Jeep over to one side of the pretty clearing and looked at her, grinning. “Excited yet?”
“Oh, yeah… for sure.” She couldn’t help but laugh at his almost childish enthusiasm while a ripple buzzed across her spine, and she gulped hard.
He jumped out of the SUV and collected the bags he had in the back seat, easily swinging them over his broad shoulders. She had no idea what was inside the bags, but he easily handled them. She stepped from the car as he came to her.
“Ready to be amazed?”
“Amazed? Okay, big fella, bring it on…” She did not know what was in store but decided it was easier to go with it and enjoy, even with the frizzle of trepidation running through her.
He leaned over and kissed her, his lips soft and warm covered hers, and all her worries were pushed to the far recess of her mind.
“Okay, it’s this way.” He took her hand in his, and they walked. “I was told it wasn’t far from this clearing, provided we stick to the path.”
She let out a soft laugh. A nervous laugh. The luscious scent of hibiscus and frangipani mingled with fresh rain, filled the warm, clean air. It was delicious to her senses, and she inhaled deeply.
“The land belongs to Kale’s uncle and is private. They have given us special permission to be here. We won’t be disturbed by tourists or anyone.”
“Okay, but it doesn’t look like anyone has been here for a hundred years. It’s so overgrown.”
Harrison let out a laugh. “But it adds to the charm.” He stopped, and she almost bumped into him. It was so abrupt. “Listen. Can you hear it?”
She focused on the sound and realized it was water. Water flowing. And fast.
They continued to walk a little further. “If Kale’s instructions are correct, we should be… here.” He raised some large green fronds in front of them and stood still.
Caitlyn stepped slightly ahead of him and gazed ahead of her. She turned slowly in a ninety-degree semi-circle, taking in the incredible sight before her. “Oh my God… we may have found the original garden of Eden. Look at the size of those flowers; they’re huge. Oh…and the colors. This is so magical.”
The waterfall and large pool-like pond seemed so secondary to the magical garden surrounding. It took her a moment to register the water was so clear you could see to the white sand bottom. The water glistened like crystals in the sunshine as it rippled.
She looked at Harrison, who seemed as stunned by the beauty in front of them as she did. He peered at her with his trademark goofy grin. His eyes glowed, matching the sparkling blue of the water. “I’m so happy you like it.”
“Are you kidding me? I love it. Are we allowed to swim in there?” She realized her hand was still in his as he squeezed it.
“We are.” He let go of her hand and placed the two bags he carried under a banyan tree with its myriad of roots. He removed his shirt and shoes.
Caitlyn licked her sudden dry lips, watching as his smooth and tanned skin glowed under the dappled mid-morning sun.
“Hey, what are you waiting for? Get your shorts off. Unless you want me to throw you in as you are.” He laughed as he made his threat.
“Um, no… hang on.” She stepped over the root system and found a spot to sit to remove her shoes and clothes.
Even though they were alone, when she turned to see Harrison’s eyes gaze over her, a solid flush scorched her from her chest upwards. She swallowed hard to push her trepidation down. She had no illusions of being beautiful or sexy, but the way he looked at her made her believe perhaps she was.
He was so opposite to her ex-husband, who made her feel uncomfortable in her skin. Harrison expressed nothing but approval and caring encouragement and something akin to love. Genuine love.
She stopped suddenly and placed a hand over her mouth. Could it be? No. Surely not. She closed her eyes and gave a mental shake. No, you’re confused and imagining things. Relax and have fun.
She opened her eyes to find him standing directly in front of her. “Caity, is everything okay? I didn’t mean it when I said I would throw you in.” He held out his hand and took hold of hers.
“Oh, I… yes, I’m okay. I… suddenly… nervous. I don’t know why. You’ve been nothing but an absolute gentleman to me.” She did not know how to explain how or what she was feeling at that moment, only the more he looked into her eyes, the warmer she became, and the more she wanted him to kiss her. Kiss her now. She swallowed, her throat constricted and dried. It was as if the world had stood still. No wind blew. No birds chirped. The sound of the running water evaporated into thin air. She moistened dry lips.
“Caity, you know I will never hurt you. You have nothing to fear from me. Ever. I promise you, I will protect you. I would look after you if you will let me.”
With a will of its own, she placed her free hand over his heart. His smooth skin branded her palm. Heat radiated as his heartbeat powerfully against her fingers. She raised onto her toes, kissed his chin, and slowly moved against his mouth as they joined, longing for each other.
Breathless, his lips moved across her cheek to her ear. He moved slowly, kissing her forehead on top of her head, pulling her closer. Her cheek rested against the inside of his shoulder. She breathed him in and felt so alive. More alive than she’d been for years.
“This is where I want you in my arms. I know this is fast, but I feel like I’ve known you all my life. You have captivated me, and I would do anything for you. I have fallen for you.”
Caitlyn felt his words against her as he whispered his longing. She felt his words inside her as they filled her heart with longing. She had been lonely for such a long time. Could she love another man this easily? And so quickly. Her arms wrapped around his waist, and she pulled him closer, leaning against him.
She tried to speak, but what came out was a squeaky croak. “I feel the same way, Harrison.” Her voice cracked. “But…” she swallowed, her mouth dry.
“…I’m scared. I’ve been hurt so badly.” Her voice came out in a whisper as she struggled. Her eyes pooled as tears made tracks on her cheeks.
Harrison pulled back and gently ran a finger across her face. “Oh, love, let me have your tears. Just let me in.” Two fingers touched above her breast where her heart would be. She closed her eyes, moved by his gesture.
He sat on a large root and brought her with him. He touched her face and kissed her tears, drinking them in. “You have nothing to fear from me. This is my promise to you. Whatever happens from here on, we will work it out together. I know your divorce is not yet final, but I don’t care. Let’s make this work. You and me.”
She nodded, her eyes pooled once more, but with happy tears. She had never felt so loved.
“Come on, let’s swim.” He pulled her slowly into the warm water, and it felt heavenly. She was hard-pressed to remove the smile from her face. They swam to the other side of the pool to the waterfall, stepping over rocks, and climbed behind the waterfall. The sound was roaring as they clambered beneath it.
“Can you believe this? It’s so amazing.” She laughed.
“You’re amazing. Thank you for coming with me.”
They both reached their hands under the rushing water and played with it. Only to dive back into the glorious sun-filled pool.
Caitlyn swam to the other side, where a crop of orchids grew of varying colors. She’d never seen them so wild, thick, and verdant except in single pots in specialized hot houses.
The enormous elephant ear palms, with their fragrant, long-stemmed flowers, abundant and spectacular; their perfume filled the air, and she filled her lungs with it.
She turned to see Harrison floating nearby, watching her. She swam toward him and kissed his lips with a quick peck. “This is incredible, thank you.”
Something rustled in the plants near them, and Caitlyn let out a small shriek. “What is it?” It came out in a harsh whisper.
Harrison pulled her closer and monitored whatever was behind the bush. A brown, coarse, haired creature came into view. “It’s a mongoose. It won’t hurt you.”
“Oh, he’s got a cute face.” She wanted to go closer, but he held her back.
“Not too close. He will bite if cornered,” Harrison warned.
“Hmm, I’ll stay here. There are no snakes in Hawaii, are there?” She hadn’t heard of any.
“No. None. Not like in Australia. How many snakes have you seen?”
“Um, none except for the two-legged variety. I have seen real snakes at the zoo, but never in day-to-day life. There are many spiders, some pretty awful ones, but never snakes. I’ve seen lizards, but they’re harmless.” She swam toward their towels and stepped from the water.
While she dried herself, she admired Harrison as he swam breaststroke to one side and backstroke to the other and lay floating on his back for a while. He was captivating. She sat on the large root and stretched her neck back, letting her long hair fall to dry in a mass of curls. The dappled sunlight was warm against her cooled skin, and she sighed softly.
She heard water splash as Harrison approached her, and she smiled at him. “This is the life, isn’t it? Wouldn’t it be lovely if we could do this always, not a care in the world? No responsibilities. No dramas. Serene peace and tropical beauty.”
She passed him a towel, but before he dried himself, he shook his head, and water sprayed over her. “Oh… you’re cute, but you’ll keep.”
“Ready to eat? I’m famished.” A frizzle of excitement ran along her spine. Judging by the look he gave her, she wasn’t sure if he meant for food or her.
“I see a nice flat area where we can lay the blanket and perhaps be a little more comfortable.” He grabbed the bags and moved to where he pointed.
He was well organized, bringing a blanket, towels, food and drinks, and sunscreen protection. She watched on, knowing he didn’t want her help. She had a good vantage point to see his gorgeous body in action. Every muscle moved, every indent that would warrant an investigation. He was a delight to watch. Swallowing hard as her body responded. She wanted him. She wanted all of him. If she was honest with herself, she wanted him from the first moment he spoke to her, that first day, when he gave her his smile. Now, it was certain. She couldn’t deny it any longer.
He sat on the blanket and looked over at her. “Are you going to join me?” He called.
She stared at him. Her heated blood had intensified. She had no rational excuse to avoid it any longer. No reason she could not take was he was offering her. A certain little thrum beat between her legs. It had been happening several times over the last few weeks, and the battle to ignore it was quickly losing. She had relieved herself a few times, but that wasn’t enough now.
“Caitlyn?” She heard the concern in his voice. How could she continue to ignore him? Ignore his needs. She’d felt his need. It was big and hard against her belly. She let out a long breath and ran her tongue along her lips.
Slowly, she rose and stepped over to him. His eyes beamed as he watched her, and before she lost her nerve, she reached behind her and untied her bikini top, letting it slip to the ground.
“Caitlyn… what are you doing?”
She folded onto her knees next to him and rested her hands at the top of her knees. “I’m giving myself permission to…”
Harrison swiftly moved his legs under him, so he sat on his knees like her. Tiny drops of perspiration beaded on his forehead, and his breathing quickened.
“Permission to…”
She ran her tongue over her top lip, her mouth suddenly dry. “Permission to have you. No more wasting time. If you want to.”
“Babe… yes.”
She closed her eyes and tried to control her breathing; it was coming too fast. She had to slow down, her nerves were getting the better of her. “I want you to have me. I want… I want you.”
He moved closer. His lips, soft and luscious, cool from the pool, touched hers, and she gave in. She relaxed into him, and they immediately moved in sync. They unfolded easily as hands moved over each other. He cupped one breast and gently massaged the sensitive, hard nipple, and she unconsciously let out a soft moan. Her body took over, as his hands instinctively knew what she needed.
She arched her back, and he growled in appreciation. His lips skimmed her cheekbones and made a trail along her neckline, leaving a trail of fiery lust in its wake. He kissed her collarbone and headed to her hard nipple, where he sucked her in. Every nerve ending reacted, firing the passion in her belly to a height she had never expected. She arched her back further.
She ran her hand over his head, her fingers threaded into his hair, pushing it back the way he liked it, so cool and silky against her fingers.
He pulled her onto his lap and turned around to lay her flat on the blanket. With the thick grass beneath, it was soft against her back.
She eagerly ran fingers over his arms and shoulders, across his back where she could reach. His flesh solid but silky smooth. His mouth found hers once again, and she eagerly met his wet, hot tongue, asking for more. Wanting more. She moaned softly, eagerly asking him to touch her.
He lifted his head and stared at her. Confused, she stared back, touched his lips, and moved his hair from his eyes.
“Are you sure about this?”
Caitlyn felt the smile widen, shaking. “Yes, I need you now. Take me, I am yours.”
He growled and lowered his mouth. From that moment on, there was no going back.
* * *
Harrison sat at his desk, gazing out the window. The files on his desk had piled, but he could not focus on them. He checked out the ocean. It was flat, they had seen no decent waves in weeks.
He hadn’t been out for a surf since the day he’d met Caitlyn. The best day of his life. “No, it wasn’t, The secret place was the best day of my life.” He smiled. The past week since the waterfall had been total bliss. He and Caity had barely left the cottage except for food and drink. And wearing clothes had become optional.
“Wow, have you done any work this morning?” Louise stood by the door with arms loaded with files.
“Hmm…” He was hard-pressed to remove the smile from his face.
“I’ve never seen you like this.”
“Louise, I do not know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, you know, all goofy like. You’ve fallen hard for Caitlyn. Is it her big brown eyes that got to you?” She moved closer to his desk and sat in a chair. She looked as disappointed as she sounded dispassionate.
“Louise…” he gave his head a small shake in warning.
“Harrison, I don’t get it. What is it about her that makes her so special?”
“Louise, that’s enough.”
She gave her head a shake. Heavily starched, blonde straightened hair barely moved. “Okay, I get it; you’re in love with her. You don’t need to explain.”
“I’m sorry, Louise. You and me…”
“Whatever. It means nothing, Harry.” She gave him an indifferent shrug.
“You knew from the beginning there would never be anything between you and me, Lou. We had a little fun, that’s all.” Harrison stomped down the guilt he felt and swallowed hard.
“Yep, well, like others. She won’t last, either. She’ll head back to Sydney.”
“Louise, don’t do this. You’re better than that.” He could not prevent the disappointment and disgust he felt in her.
“As always, I’m here.” She squared her shoulders. “Whatever Harry. I don’t care. Can we go through some of these files? These people are counting on you.” He heard her anger laced beneath her pretense as though it were nothing. She opened the top file, pulling out the pages he needed to read and sign.
“Okay, I get you’re upset and angry at me.”
“Don’t Harry. The files.”
He knew she didn’t want to discuss it and felt relief, but hated her anger toward him. “You’re a slave driver, Louise.” He looked out the window again.
“Right…”
He couldn’t focus on anything but the water and Caitlyn’s beautiful eyes.
“Harry!”
“Hmm…”
“Oh my god, Harrison Walsh… look at me.” Louise directed.
“Oh, for God’s sake, what is it, Louise? What is so urgent?” He didn’t mean to sound impatient with her, but she thoroughly annoyed him today.
She let out a long sigh and closed the file. “Fine. It’s your business. If you can’t get your head back into it, it’s not my fault. But damn, if you want this business to keep going, you gotta get your head back in the game. I’m taking the afternoon off. I’ll quit if I don’t see you back here and refreshed come morning.” She stood with her hands on her hips.
“Oh Louise, I know you wouldn’t do that to me. Stop being such a hard ass all the time. Relax. Go get a massage or pedicure thing or something. I’ll take care of this. Let the others know they can go home, too.”
“Fine. Whatever, Harry.” She called as she stomped out of his office, mumbling about things changing.
He rubbed at his temples and let out a soft laugh. He was used to Louise’s threats to quit; she’d told him so many times. “Righto… let’s look at these…” and grabbed the top file again. “Maybe I need to get another lawyer in.”
* * *
“Harrison… are you here?” Caitlyn called as she walked into his office suite. No one was around. No one sat at the reception. The front interview offices were empty. It was strangely quiet.
“Harrison…” she called and headed toward his large corner office.
She found him slumped over his desk, files scattered everywhere, and some on the floor. She crept around the desk and lightly touched him on his shoulder. “Harrison?”
He opened his eyes, blinking, and smiled. “I was dreaming of you, and here you are.”
“Oh. Are you sure this isn’t still a dream?”
He moved swiftly and got his arms around her, pulling her onto his lap. She let out a squeal of laughter, making her forget her panic.
“Where is everyone?”
“I made Louise cranky this morning and told her and the others to take the afternoon off.”
“It’s not like you. What’s wrong?” She smoothed the crease across his forehead and pushed his dark hair behind his ears. It had grown long and needed a trim, but she wouldn’t mention it. She liked him with longer hair.
“Nothing is wrong. I had a little trouble getting focused this morning. I had a certain dark-eyed beauty on my mind who I would like to ravage right here, right now.”
“Ooh, what if someone comes in?”
“I better go lock the front door.” His kiss took her breath away. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”
He practically ran from the office, which made her giggle. She noticed the folders on the desk and stacked them into order, then moved to pull the blinds at the windows, blanketing the room into shadows. Two files were on the floor, and she bent to collect them, placing them on a shelf at the wall unit in a neat stack. She ran her fingers over the leather-bound legal books that filled the shelves.
A white statue stood on a shelf as though it took pride of place. She ran her fingers over it and felt the cool stone. Impressed, she held it, tipping it slightly. A tiny sticker beneath read it was made of white onyx. She nodded her head in understanding and approval. “Nice.”
“That’s Lady Justice,” Harrison came behind her and took the statue from her.
“I’m sorry.” She shouldn’t have touched it.
“No, it’s okay. Mom and Dad gave it to me when I graduated, amongst other things, but this one means a lot to me.” He placed the statue back on the shelf.
“White onyx is special. It helps to bring the right person a financial forte and helps to keep focused, particularly in achieving financial goals. I hope it’s brought you much luck.” She smiled at him, slightly embarrassed at knowing that.
“Well, she helped me get through all those files. And for finding you. Thank you for tidying things.”
“Why is Lady Justice blindfolded?” She moved aside to sit on the edge of the desk.
“Ahh, blind justice. It represents impartiality in all matters of justice.” He moved to place her legs between him. “What’s wrong, Caity? There’s something you’re not telling me.”
He placed a finger beneath her chin, forcing her to look into his deep blue eyes. She could see the concern build in them. She loved that about him. He was so intuitive with her.
She sucked in deep. “That’s kinda why I’m here. I spoke to my dad a little while ago. James is here. He’s here on Oahu.”
“What the… but how did he find out?”
“I don’t know. Dad doesn’t have a clue. I’ve sent a message to my solicitor, but it’s the middle of the night there in Sydney.
“Wow… wait, let’s try not to overreact. The island isn’t that big, but it’s overpopulated. It would be like finding a grain of salt in a sandbox. Unless he’s got your address, it would be impossible to find you.”
“I’m grateful for your assurance. But, I can’t help…” she looked away, trying to squash the pain the mere mention of James brought her. “I don’t want him to poison everyone here with his lies like he has at home.”
“Darling… I know you well enough now to know the person you are. You have nothing to worry about. I promised to protect you. I will keep you safe. Kale and Luana love you. Mum adores you. None of them will believe any rubbish this idiot might sprout about you.”
He kissed her forehead.
She closed her eyes as his love spilled into her. “Thank you. It makes me sick knowing he’s even on this island.”
“What if he’s here to deliver the final papers to sign?” Harrison sounded hopeful.
“Harrison, I’ve signed the papers already. My solicitor has them. James only has to see him.” Her stomach churned.
“I figured as much. I guess I was trying to be optimistic.” He kissed her cheek and the side of her throat. “Didn’t we have something else in mind?”
She let out a small sigh of pleasure and arched her neck. He easily slipped the straps to her sundress and bra from her shoulder, followed by his lips. The other side followed easily, exposing her breasts that he bent to massage with his mouth. She bent back, placing her hands flat on the desk, giving him full access.
“This is one of my biggest fantasies coming alive…” he growled.
While pushing his shirt over his shoulders, she giggled at his eagerness. He shrugged it off, tossing it to the floor. He almost tripped in his rush, kicking off his shoes. “Whoop…” With fumbling fingers, she helped him remove the rest of their clothes in a rush, only to land in untidy piles across his office.
He stood between her legs as they hung over his desk. “God, you are lovely. How did I get so lucky to find you?” He lowered his mouth, devouring hers in a kiss that held so much passion and love. His fingers searched her wet center, and she cried out as he gently massaged, knowing exactly how she wanted it, and she pushed forward. “Oh…” she sighed and pressed herself harder into him as he continued to massage with skillful fingers, knowing how to please her, sending hot spasms through her insides until she cried out in ecstasy. She loved how he always put her needs ahead of his.
She searched for him, wrapping her fingers around his warm, hard shaft. “Harrison. Take me.” She practically pleaded with him.
“Your wish is my command…” He whispered as he entered, pulling her closer. His hands grasped both cheeks of her backside. She stretched one leg over his shoulder, and the other hung as he easily took her. She bent back and placed her hands behind her. Her breasts bounced at each pump, and he placed his mouth over one, then the other, sharing the love he adorned on her.
It was hard and fast and full of promise. He let go of his release and gently lowered her leg, kissing the inside of her knee, folding over her, cradling her.
He rested his head against her shoulder, attempting to catch his breath. “I love you.”
She felt her eyes widen at his words and gulped while trying to calm down. Her chest heaved. She snuggled her neck into the side of his head and had never felt so much love. Tears sprang. She never believed to be the type of girl to weep after great sex, but suddenly, she was. He loved her. He announced it. She loved him, too. She should tell him. “I… I love you too.”
Harrison turned to face her and smiled. “Are you crying?” He stood, pulling her with him. “Hey… what’s this?” His warm fingers gently brushed her tears.
“No, I’m not crying. You make me feel so loved and special. You do everything you can to pleasure me first, to love me before you look after yourself.”
“I love you, and that makes it easy. It’s because you are special to me.” He rubbed her arms to get the blood flowing again.
“Thank you.”
Harrison pulled back, the smile faded, and he looked serious. “You truly humble me.” He lowered his head and kissed her with an incredible softness and devotion. There was so much more than love expressed in one kiss; tears prickled her eyes once more.
“You are so brave to love me.”
“No. Not brave. It’s easy to love you.”
She leaned into him, kissing him.
“Let’s get home.”
* * *
She watched as Harrison helped Kale and the other men prepare the large pit they called the Imu, for the luau the next day.
“I had no idea it took an army to prepare the pit and over twelve hours to cook the pig.”
“Nah, a lot of work goes into it. First, they dig the pit, fill it with wood, and cover it with all those river rocks piled over there. Once the wood is lit, it becomes coal and heats. They place the pork wrapped in wire mesh over the stones and cover it with banana and tea leaves. Big sheets of damp burlap and a big canvas sheet go over with more dirt to keep the heat inside. It steams and acts like a huge underground oven. Large trays with sweet potato, lomi salmon and white fish, and loads of chicken go into the pit before it’s covered.”
“Wow, so much work goes into it. And everyone gets involved. I’m in awe of you and your family, Luana.” How would it feel to be part of such a big family and loved by so many? Her reality was far from it, and she thought of her father. He was her only family. She looked toward the man who may have changed that and gently touched her stomach.
“Harrison is something to admire. He’s a good man, Caity. I’m glad he’s found you. I’ve never seen him so happy.” Luana passed her a cup of green tea.
Caitlyn couldn’t help the smile that crossed her lips. She had to agree. Harrison was incredible to watch, his shirt off, and the muscles flexed as he dug.
“He’s always been someone special, and since you came into his life, he’s become even more… contented.”
Caitlyn’s shoulder touched her friend. “It’s hard to put it into words, but I know what you mean. Tell me, what’s the word for happiness in Hawaiian?”
“Hau’oli.”
“That’s so beautiful, hau’oli… your language is so lovely, especially when you speak it. I would never do it justice, but can you teach me more?”
“Of course, I would love to. I can teach you while you practice the hula. I can’t wait to see his face tomorrow.” Luana almost squealed in her excitement.
Caitlyn gave her friend a small smile, but something didn’t feel right. Since she discovered that her ex-husband was on the island, she couldn’t help but be nervous. Not knowing what James was planning made her sick in the pit of her stomach. She tried to ignore it. Harrison assured her James couldn’t touch her while he was around.
“Caity, are you okay? You’ve gone quiet.”
Caitlyn pretended to smile. “Oh, I’m sorry. I just thought about my father. He’s going to love this celebration you’re putting on.”
“Of course. What time does he arrive?”
“Around four this afternoon. I’m excited to see him and thank you for being a true friend to me. You, Kale, and your family are so generous, and I’ve fallen deeply in love with you.”
“Well, we love you. You have become part of our family; even though we may not know everything, we protect those we love. If this ex of yours comes sniffing, you will be safe.”
“Thank you. That means a lot.”
Luana reached around and hugged her tightly. It felt good to have a close friend in her.
* * *
“I believe my friends like you better than me.” Harrison pulled next to her and dropped a kiss on her forehead. She gazed into his sparkling blue eyes and smiled. Freshly washed after working up a sweat, digging and building the large fire.
“Oh, wow, I was afraid that would happen.” She let out a soft laugh.
“How are you feeling?”
Warmth spread through her. He made her feel special in so many ways and allowed herself to bathe in it.
“I’m happiest when I’m right next to you.”
“Oh babe, I’m the same. When I think it’s impossible to love you anymore, you prove me wrong.” He pulled her into his arms and kissed her—his silken lips, soft and warm against hers, delicious of fresh mint.
His eyes delved into hers. “Lord, what I’ve become. I can’t get enough of you. I want to take you right here, right now.” He lowered his mouth to her throat and gently sucked at the tender spot at the base.
She let out a giggle. “Harrison. You need to stop this right now. I need to get to the airport to collect my father.”
“Hmm, okay… in a sec…”
* * *
“Dad…” Caitlyn cried out and rushed to him in the arrival hall.
“Caity darling.” Caitlyn hugged him. “Oh my girl, it’s so good to see you. Wow, you look beautiful. I’ve never seen you so tanned.”
“I’m so happy to have you here. I’ve missed you so much.”
“Not half as much as I’ve missed you. Now, I expect this to be Harrison.”
“Oh, yes, sorry. Dad, meet Harrison Walsh. And Harrison, this…is my dad, Frank Romano.”
She watched as both men shook hands. “When my daughter told me she’d met a handsome fellow, she wasn’t exaggerating. It’s good to meet you, Harrison. I look forward to seeing your mother. It surprised me when Caity told me Elspeth was your mum and was living here. A happy coincidence, I would say.”
“Yes, Mr Romano, and not half as surprised as me. Mom is looking forward to seeing you. She’s waiting for us. She’s got dinner sorted. I hope you’re hungry. I suspect she’s been cooking all day.” Harrison took hold of Frank’s bag from him.
“Please, it’s Frank. No need for any formalities with me.”
“Right, Sir, of course.”
“I like him.” Nothing could have removed the smile from Caitlyn’s face as her dad wrapped his arm around her and walked alongside as Harrison led the way.
* * *
“Luana, I’m not sure I can do this.” Caitlyn paced around the room, wringing her hands.
“You don’t have to do this. But you’ve been practicing so much and know this dance perfectly. It would be a shame not to do it now.”
“Thank you, Lu, I never thought I’d be doing it in front of so many people. You said you had a large family, but fifty thousand people are out there.” She felt the tiny bubbles of sweat beading over her lip.
Luana let out a short laugh. “Oh, you crack me up. Fifty people does not equate to fifty thousand…Caitlyn, I suspect it’s not my family, but Harrison, you’re nervous about performing in front of. He’s going to love it. You will wow him.”
“What if I stuff up? What if, in my panic, I forget my steps? Oh God, I can’t breathe.” She paced some more. “I’m going to be sick.”
Luana walked over to her and placed her hands over both arms. “Honey, breathe. You don’t have to do this, but I know you will regret it if you don’t. You’re ready. I know you can do this and be amazing. And…I’ll be there. If you get confused or forget your steps, follow me. It will be perfect. You look beautiful.”
Caitlyn delved into Luana’s dark eyes and knew her friend would not lie to her. She wouldn’t send her out unless she was ready. “How did I ever let you talk me into this?” She hugged her friend. “Okay. Okay. Let’s do this.”
“Good girl. You won’t regret this, Caity. I won’t let you look like a fool. We are in this together.”
Before Caitlyn could change her mind, Luana sent a message for the music to begin. A conch shell sounded to show the welcome and commencement of celebrations.
The drums beat, and Kale called his warrior chant, thanking the gods and welcoming his family and friends to the luau. Dressed in traditional Hawaiian red loin cloth, showing off his muscular dark tattooed thighs. The grass headband matched the band around a thick muscular forearm and ankles.
As the drums beat faster for a rushing moment and slowed, he bowed his head and made introductions in a loud voice. “Hula is the language of the Hawaiian people. You are in for a treat.” Six children of various sizes ran out. As they paraded in their colorful matching dress, two boys and four girls moved into place to dance in unison. Kale stood off to the side, with a huge grin on his face, as his children led them.
Her friend’s husband mesmerized Caitlyn as he danced on the side with the children. “He’s a big softy.”
“I know, he’s so gruff most times, you would never have guessed he was gooey.” Luana laughed. “Oh look, aren’t they wonderful…” Tears filled her eyes.
“Oh Lu, they are so precious.” Caitlyn wrapped her arms around her friend.
“Okay, ready, we’re on next.”
Caitlyn’s stomach somersaulted. The drums beat faster, signaling the change. “Oh my God… what am I doing?”
* * *
“Harrison, where’s my daughter?” Frank appeared concerned. He sat next to Elspeth as they both looked at him expectantly.
Harrison shook his head. “You know, Luana took hold of her a while ago. They’ve been concocting something for weeks. I have no idea.” He gave his shoulders a heavy shrug, “…but I wish she were here.” He was about to go in search of her.
The music changed, and the children ran off to loud clapping and yeehaa’ing.
“Oh, weren’t they adorable?” Elspeth cried out, clapping with enthusiasm. Her health had improved a little over the last few weeks, and with Frank’s arrival, he hadn’t seen her so enthusiastic as he did today. He sent her a loving smile. With Caitlyn in his life and his mom’s health improved, life was good.
The tune changed, the drums beat slow once again, and a hush came over the crowd. Kale walked back out to speak once again. “Family and friends, I trust you got a kick out of seeing the young’uns dance aye. Now, I would like to introduce you to the ladies… Luana and Caitlyn as they hula the story of my people. Hula is the language of the heart and the heartbeat of the Hawaiian people. It connects the body, mind, and spirit. Let us share the spirit…”
Harrison was lost for words. He looked at the makeshift stage, forgetting how to breathe. His beautiful Caitlyn was dressed in a tiny sarong that sat low on her hips, barely covering the top half of her thighs and a bikini top with long floral leis around her neck. Her long dark hair straightened, swung behind her in a silken waterfall. Her beauty diminished the pretty floral headband.
“Harrison, is that Caity… oh my stars, she’s stunning.” Elspeth cried out, grabbing hold of Frank’s arm.
“Frank, did you know?”
“No, I’m just as stunned as you.”
Harrison barely heard his two companions. All his focus was on Caitlyn as she danced alongside Luana. Her hips swayed, slow at first, but sped as the drums beat faster. Her arms swung to one side and the other, high and low. She was lost in the tune and the steps, so focused on the moves. The drum beat increased, the tempo amplified, and her hips shook faster and faster.
Their eyes connected. As she danced, she had eyes only for him. And his for her. All the surrounding sounds disappeared. For a moment, it was only them.
Kale came and clapped Harrison on the shoulder with a broad smile. “Well, man, I guess they pulled it off. Surprise.”
“Did you know? So beautiful.”
“They are indeed. My wife wove her magic. And my friend, if you don’t marry Caity soon, judging from the looks on the men’s faces around here, you could be in big trouble. And I don’t mean from the young ones.”
Harrison gulped, gave a quick scan, and saw red flashes behind his eyes. Something akin to jealousy gripped him. He didn’t like how other men ogled the two women dancing on stage. “I plan to. As soon as I can,” he promised himself. He would do everything in his power to get her divorce completed.
He was relieved as the dance ended, and the crowd erupted into cheers and cries of joy. They bowed and hugged each other and ran off the stage.
* * *
“Luana, will you tell Harrison I’ll be out in a minute? I’m going to the bathroom. My nerves got the better of me.” Caitlyn rubbed at the annoying ache low in her belly.
“Of course. Are you okay? Do you want me to come with you?”
“I’m fine. You go join the others.” Caitlyn knew Luana was eager to hug her children and see Kale. She collected her bag and headed to the main house, away from where the luau was held. She wanted to change into her clothes before seeing Harrison.
“So, you’ve gone native, have you?”
Caitlyn sucked in her breath and stood frozen; her scream was lodged in her throat. It was the voice that haunted her dreams.
“This is what you left me for. To dress in scant clothes and pretend to be something you’re not. I am disgusted and ashamed of you. You’ve become a hula whore.”
Caitlyn slowly turned to see her husband standing in the shadows. She almost screamed, but lost her ability to make any sound. Bile rose, and she wanted to vomit. She swallowed it and glared hatred at the man in front of her.
“What’s wrong, baby? Aren’t you happy to see me?” He crept toward her. “I’ve come to take you home. I’ve missed you.”
She shook her head. “No.”
“No. You’re mad. You don’t say no to me.”
“How did you find me? You’re not allowed to come near me.” She screeched in a strangled voice.
“Someone here doesn’t like you very much. She sent me an email.”
“She? Who?” She thought of all the people she’d met and couldn’t believe any of her friends would give her up like that.
“I don’t know, some random. Louise, someone or other. It doesn’t matter. I’ve come to take you home.”
She let out a small cry. “No.”
“I watched you dance. Who knew you could move your hips like that? I remember how you liked to dance, but I never knew you could do that,” James said.
She felt the bile rise once again. It burned her throat. Disgust at the sight of him. Unable to understand how she thought him so handsome when he was downright ugly. She dropped her bag and backed away, but he kept coming toward her. “Don’t come any closer. Go away, James. You’re not welcome here.” She turned to check if anyone was coming, terrified she saw no one.
His eyes bulged, and he swung his arm toward the crowd. “Oh, you like these… these natives, do you? You care about them. I don’t care what those people believe. They know nothing. This is between you and me. You are my wife. You will do as I say and come back with me.”
She could hear the contempt in his voice and watched as a vein in his neck was about to explode.
“How dare you? You disgust me.” Her breathing came labored, filled with anger and revulsion. He lunged for her, but she moved back. She attempted to run, but he lunged for her and grabbed her arm. His grip was tight and painful.
“No, Caitlyn. I’ve come to take you home. Now. Today.”
“James. Let. Go. Of. Me.” She gritted out. The pain went through her arm as his grip tightened, and he yanked her close. She could smell his hot breath. Once, she loved this man; he was her everything, but now, he was a monster and terrifying.
“No. No. I’ll not let you do it to me again,” she cried and then screamed as loud as she could.
He twirled, covering her mouth with his hand, and twisted around her so her back was against him. His arm was locked around her. She wriggled and bit his fingers as hard as she could.
He let go for a moment to shake his hand. “Ahh, you bitch, I never took you for a violent cow.” She kicked him barefoot with little impact but squirmed out of his grip. She let out another scream.
“I’ll not go with you. Never. You will go to jail for this.” She screamed at him, turning into a wild banshee, saving herself from a vile dog, kicking and screaming, her hair flying wildly around her.
“Caity.” She heard Harrison call behind her.
“Harrison…” she screamed.
Harrison came at a fast run, with Kale and her father behind him. They heard her, and she felt her legs give way, but Harrison caught her before she fell to the ground. She cried in relief as his arms came around her. “Oh, thank God.”
James ran off into the forest with Kale and two other men after him.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” Harrison hugged her close to him. A crowd had formed around them, including Luana and Elspeth. “Caity, are you alright? Did he hurt you?” He looked her over and saw the bruising on her arm. “Look what that bastard did…”
“I will not let him do it to me again. No. Not again?” she cried.
Her father stood by with tears glistening. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. He most likely followed me.”
“Dad, it wasn’t you. It was Louise who told him.”
“Louise. Are you sure?” Harrison sounded shocked.
“That’s what James said,” she said, panting.
They turned to see two men grappling James back toward them as he yelled obscenities.
“Miss Caitlyn, I’d like to ask you a question.” Kale looked at her. “Is there a restraining order against this man to stay away from you?”
She swallowed and nodded her head. “Yes. A court in Australia ordered it.”
Kale nodded his head and shrugged. “I’m not sure if that makes a difference, but as far as I’m concerned, this man has broken a law.”
She looked at Harrison. “Yes.”
Harrison nodded his head. “Well, as I see it. He has two choices to make. He sign the divorce papers to sever the marriage and leave Hawaii, never to return. Or we beat the crap out of him and throw him into jail on trumped-up charges that will take a lifetime to prove different. We have several witnesses here who witnessed your attempt at kidnap.”
James looked at the men, and Caitlyn saw genuine fear in his eyes for the first time. She moved closer to the man that caused her so much pain. “James. I hate what you did to me. And I hate you. Sign the damn divorce papers, James. I’ll never go back to you. Never. There is no you and me. We are done. Otherwise, I will also have you up for attempted murder, for pushing me down the stairs, causing me to lose my baby.” Caitlyn said and heard a chorus of yelps behind her, but she no longer cared what James thought. “I will never protect you from the truth ever again.”
“In front of all these people, you must agree to sell the house and pay me back every cent you took from me. I don’t care about the business. You’ve already run it to the ground anyway. But agree to mine and Harrison’s terms right now, and you can go home. Or you face the alternative. I won’t stop them. You will be in jail for a long time. I will never let you do that to me again.” She stood her ground. It was easy to be brave with the support of so many around her.
“Never. You have no way of proving anything. I did not push you down the stairs. You fell. And I will not sign the papers. You can’t make me do anything. I’ve done nothing wrong. You are my legal wife.” James yelled, trying to yank himself out of the men’s arms.
“Make no mistake, James. We will make your life hell. Make your choice.” Harrison towered over him.
James glared pure evil and struggled to get loose. “This is bullshit. You’re threatening me. Let me go. You have no right to treat me this way.”
Kale moved closer to him. “You clearly don’t understand what your alternative is.”
“Wait, Kale. Allow me to explain it to him.” Harrison held a hand against his good friend to hold him back. He moved closer to James and tapped him hard against his chest. “Listen, if you want to walk away from here, you will agree to Caitlyn’s terms. Don’t misunderstand my meaning. Personally, I would prefer the alternative. I would be happy for you to get the thrashing you deserve and be thrown into jail. Trust me, I can make it happen.”
James stopped squirming and stood firm, lifting his nose to make himself taller. “Only because you have forced me into it, I will agree. You give me no choice.”
“You agree to what exactly?” Harrison said. Caitlyn heard the suppressed anger in his tone.
“Fuck. This will ruin me,” he cried.
“And…” Harisson said.
James blew out a long breath. He looked defeated. “…And I will sell the house and repay Caitlyn. I’ll sign the papers.”
“And…”
“I promise never to return to Hawaii and will leave Caitlyn alone.”
“Done. Kale, can you transport this man to the local lock-up while I arrange for a copy of the papers to be sent through from Australia with the amendments? Once the divorce papers have been dealt with, I’ll get your boys to arrange an escort party.”
“Of course,” Kale said.
“Oh, hang on, there’s one more thing,” Harrison said, inching closer to the man.
“Oh… what’s that?” Kale asked. Harrison was arm’s length away from James. “Let him go.”
“What?” Kale said, confusion all over his face. “Okay, if you say so. Let him go.”
The two men holding James released him and stepped back.
“There’s one thing before you disappear from our lives forever.”
Caitlyn saw the look of fear cross James’ face as Harrison glared at him. With swift action, Harrison pulled his fist back and smacked it onto the side of James’s face, knocking him to the ground. He shook his hand in the air.
“Ok, boys, take him away.”
Caitlyn looked on as the unconscious body of her ex-husband was dragged away. She moved to Harrison, grabbed his hand, and kissed it. “Oh my God, Harrison, you knocked him out with one punch.”
He took her into his arms, concern written all over his face. “Are you hurt?” he said.
“No. I’m okay. Thank you.” Relief washed over her.
“I was coming to find you, and when I heard you scream, I went ballistic. You scared me.” He placed his hands around her face and kissed her.
Kale came toward them. “Well, that’s not a bad bit of excitement. But we have a celebration to finish… cooked kalua pig is waiting to be eaten. Let’s drink.” He called out, and the party returned to the festivities.
“Harrison, can I get dressed, please?”
“Yes, of course, but I’m not letting you out of my sight. What did you mean by you would let him do it to you again?”
She gazed into his sparkling eyes. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you, but I’m not sure yet. I think I might be with child,” she said, smiling.
Harrison’s mouth gaped, and his eyes pooled. “Honest?”
She shrugged. “I’m uncertain, but it kinda feels that way. So, maybe…”
He lowered his head to hers. “We better get you to a doctor, and soon. You’re making me so incredibly happy. Darling, I’m happiest when I’m right next to you.”
Her heart melted as tears pooled. “Thank you.” Blue sunshine surrounded her as his eyes sparkled at her.