Getting Lei'd Part 3

I ponder their plans for the day for a minute, trying not to focus too much on the fact that they have both already found love interests.

They decide to head down to breakfast. When I inform them I am staying in the room for the day, but would love it if they could bring me a croissant with guava jam, they both look concerned.

"I want to paint today," I say breezily in explanation. They still seem uncertain if they should leave me in the room alone, so I add, "Besides, I don't want to get sunburned."

They seem to buy this excuse as plausible and leave. "I'm not hiding from Kai." I say the words aloud, once they are gone. "I'm not," I say again, unsure whom I am fighting with.

I let my inner turmoil go once I make the first swipe of my brush across the canvas. From then on, I am swept into the world my brushstrokes want to create.

Chapter 13.

Just because my painting turned into a waterfall scene, doesn't mean anything. It's a beautiful spot, after all. It practically begs to be recreated on canvas. The fact that my paintbrush decided to add the vague form of a man slicing through the water does not mean it is Kai. It could be anyone. I had intended for the piece to be a traditional landscape, but it had seemed incomplete until I added the person.

I stand back to admire my work. The man makes the painting come alive. He makes the entire scene more real-less perfect, yet somehow more perfect at the same time. I'm happy with the final product-really happy with it, and that rarely happens. I almost always feel like my work is missing something, but this time I nailed it.

I have never before painted from memory. The lack of clarity into each leaf and cloud forced me to use a little more impressionism than I normally would have. As I worked on it, I closed my eyes to imagine the scene, then I let my brain and hand work together to do justice to the setting. The resulting artwork is much more stunning than any of the previous pictures I have painted.

This painting captures perfectly the scene I stumbled upon this morning, and I'm certain I could sell it at a gallery. Well, if I could part with it, of course, but I don't think I can. I want to remember this amazing locale and the terrific feeling of being here long after I return home. I will find the perfect spot to hang it in my condo.

The knock at our door startles me out of my reverie. I can't imagine who it could be. Baggy and Ruthie have keys to get in. I had put out the do not disturb sign in hopes that housekeeping would just leave fresh towels outside the door, rather than come in for a full cleaning.

Maybe Baggy or Ruthie requested that room service be brought up for me, knowing that I wouldn't stop painting long enough to seek out food? That must be it, I decide, before looking down at my paint-splattered T-s.h.i.+rt. I'm an absolute mess. It was very thoughtful of my family to save me from having to go out in public looking like this, especially since they hadn't bothered to bring the croissant I'd requested earlier.

My naturally cautious personality has me pause to look through the peephole before opening the door. I nearly jump out of my skin when I see a distorted version of Kai looking back at me through the tiny gla.s.s. Geesh, does he deliver room service, too?

"You can just leave the tray outside the door," I yell, hoping he'll just drop off the food and not see the paint-covered mess I have made of myself.

"It's Kai. What tray?" he asks, sounding genuinely perplexed. "I didn't see you today, so I wanted to make sure you are okay."

"Oh, I'm fine." I am touched by his concern. I guess this really is a full-service resort. "Thanks for checking on me."

"I'd prefer to see for myself." I can hear the grin in his voice.

s.h.i.+t! I look behind me at the painting. There isn't any place to hide it except the bathroom, and I don't want to risk smudging it while trying to move it. It's still wet, so I can't throw a dropcloth over it.

I make a snap decision and unlock the bolt on the door, leaving the chain hooked. I open the door the chain's width and smile at Kai. "See, healthy as can be."

He beams at me as if I don't look like a paint-covered fool. "Ah, you've been painting. I wasn't sure if you were sick, so I brought chicken noodle soup." He holds up a container as evidence.

"Thanks," I tell him, truly touched that he would think to do that. I reach through the crack in the door to grab the soup container, but it won't fit through the still-chained opening. I squeeze it slightly, but can't pull it through.

"I think you might have to open the door." He states the obvious fact that I have been refusing to accept.

Sighing, I release the container long enough to close and unchain the door. When I reopen the door, I stand in the opening, hoping to block Kai's entry into the room. I grab the soup container once more and try to send him along with a simple, "Thank you very much for bringing this by. Please add the charges to our room bill."

He frowns slightly at that, but his eyes have already been drawn to the easel. I strain to my full height in a futile attempt to block his line of sight, but he is tall enough to look right over my shoulder. "Is that what you've been working on today?" he asks, opening the door wider and strolling inside.

I sense the second he recognizes the scene. He pauses. "Is that . . ." His voice trails off, leaving the rest of the question unasked. When he turns to me his face is bright crimson, and I'm sure mine is a matching shade.

I can't stand the embarra.s.sment, so I start rambling. "Yes, I stumbled upon that waterfall during a hike, and it was so serene and lovely that I wanted to recreate it on canvas." He's looking at me now, and I can tell that he knows I saw him. The tension is unbearable, so I fill the void with more chatter. "The figure there"-I actually point at the man in the water-"is a figment of my imagination," I lie. Unable to stop myself, I add, "The pool was completely empty when I saw it."

He's giving me an odd look, as if he can't decide what to say. I cannot believe I spied on him then lied about it, then to make it even more ridiculous and unbelievable, restated the lie. I wonder if he is going to call me out on it. He has to know that he is the figure in the painting. Why didn't I just fess up about it?

We stay silent for a while, just looking at each other. I am beyond embarra.s.sed, but am determined to keep my mouth shut, so I don't dig myself any deeper into this hole. Finally, he gestures at the soup container and plastic spoon. "Enjoy your soup," he says simply, turning to leave.

I feel both relieved that he didn't call me out on my lies and humiliated that I got myself into this situation in the first place. When he stops and turns to look at me, I am convinced that he is going to shame me for my indiscretions. "You know," he starts, and I suck in a deep breath, dreading what I know is coming, "it seems to me that imaginary man in your painting needs a s.e.xy lady to join him in the water." With that, he beams a dazzling, rea.s.suring grin my way and closes the door behind him.

After he's gone, I plop down on the couch. He had to have known that my running of the mouth was all lies, but he had been gentleman enough not to point it out. I test the soup, and it is delicious. Gorgeous, thoughtful, kind-hearted, and a gentleman-Kai is the total package. I hope Leilani realizes how lucky she and her baby are.

Baggy interrupts my rumination by bursting into the room and setting down a plethora of bags. "What a day," she announces before joining me on the sofa. She sounds completely enamored as she tells me all about her adventures with Mr. Bond. Jim Bond.

I can't believe she is falling for his hokey fake-spy ploy. Of course, I have no room to talk. I spent the day painting and just got caught daydreaming about a man who has someone else knocked up and spends his time bartending to cover for the drug or other trafficking operation he runs behind the counter.

We sure have chosen some winners, I think to myself while Baggy and I get ready for bed. Maybe there is something in this Hawaiian air that makes otherwise logical women make poor choices when it comes to men. Not that anyone would ever accuse Baggy of being logical, of course.

Ruthie returns to the room much later. She giggles to herself while putting on her jammies and visiting the bathroom. I hear her take a deep, satisfied sigh before rolling over and going to sleep.

I smile at the ceiling, glad that she and Baggy are happy. They both deserve it. This trip is turning out to be anything but boring, I decide, rolling over and wondering what new adventures tomorrow will bring.

Chapter 14.

I wake up early again and decide to go for another ocean swim. The warm, salty water washes over me as I pump my legs and rotate my arms. I had forgotten how much I enjoyed the feeling of sluicing through the water. I need to find a place where I can swim at home. Of course, doing laps in a pool won't be nearly as luxurious as exploring the sea in Hawaii, but it beats not swimming at all.

I put my head down (except for every fourth stroke, when I turn to take a breath), and really stretch my limbs. I am booking at a brisk pace through the water and thinking that I might be in heaven when I feel a sharp sting on my leg. The pain jolts through me, so I stop swimming and switch to an upright position to tread water.

While I rub my fingers over my hurt calf, a.s.sessing the damage, I look toward the sh.o.r.e and try to determine the best way to get back to land with my now-gimpy leg. Just then, I feel a sharp pain on my shoulder. I gasp before turning to grab the newly injured area. Floating in the water behind me is a translucent pink blob. I feel a little panicky as I circle my hands in the water, trying to propel myself away from the stinging b.a.s.t.a.r.d.

When I flail out of its range, I feel yet another sting on the back of my neck. My eyes bulge as I turn from side to side, only to realize that I am surrounded by dozens of the gooey creatures and their trailing tentacles. I can barely breathe, but still manage to let out a frightened sound as I try to figure out how to escape this predicament.

A small wave of salt.w.a.ter splashes into my face as I feel the burn of another sting on my ankle. All I can think about is getting back to land, but each way I turn is blocked. It appears that I have somehow managed to swim into a swarm of jellyfish, and I don't know how to get out. Every direction I attempt to move brings me closer to another sting. My whole body is ringing, so I straighten my body and make myself as still as possible while remaining afloat, in an attempt to let the umbrella-shaped jellies pa.s.s me by.

Another tentacle grazes my ear, and I let out a pained cry. Just then a strong arm scoops under my arms. The tangled jellyfish tentacles are surrounding us, so I know my rescuer is being stung as well, but he never flinches as he moves us quickly and efficiently through the water toward the sh.o.r.e. I allow my tired body to go limp in his strong hold while he propels us to safety.

Once we make it to shallow water, I expect him to set me down to walk, but instead, he continues carrying me. I turn to look at his face for the first time and am only nominally surprised to see Kai. Normally, I would insist on walking, but it's nice to feel safe in his arms after the scare I just had in the water. A quick look down confirms that the stings are already forming nasty, red welts. He continues carrying me up the beach toward a beautiful beachside home.

Finally, he sets me down on a bench in the home's lush garden area. "I'll be right back," he tells me before jogging into the house. I cringe when I see the angry, red marks slas.h.i.+ng across his back and legs.

While I wait for him to return, I look around. The house is large-almost mansion large-especially for being waterside. It has an open-air concept and is stunningly perfect in every way. I wonder how a hotel employee is able to afford such an amazing place. Even if he does perform numerous jobs at the resort, he can't possibly make enough to pay for a dwelling of this magnitude. His under-the-table brown bag deals at the bar must be quite lucrative, I decide sadly.

When Kai returns, he has a gla.s.s jar in his hands. He dips his fingers into the mixture to retrieve a large dollop, which he proceeds to smear on my shoulder. I flinch reactively, thinking that whatever this is might hurt, but quickly discover that the balm is cool and soothing to my hurt flesh. "Ah . . ." I enjoy the immediate relief. Somehow, amazingly, it has taken the pain away where Kai has applied it.

My eyes dart to the jar, and I try to grab it from Kai's hands. I want its quenching relief on all of my stings-NOW. He chuckles, saying, "Just relax, I'll take care of it," before bending down to rub a generous dose on my ankle. Again, the relief is almost instantaneous. "Where else does it hurt?" he asks me, looking deep into my eyes. I point out the spot on my ear, before turning so he can reach the welt on my neck.

Once all of my spots have been covered with the magical goop, Kai sits down beside me and begins applying it to his own spots. A strange mixture of shame and horror course through me when I realize that he was taking care of me before tending to his own wounds. "I'm so sorry," I tell him honestly. "I a.s.sumed you had already put some on your spots."

He gives a simple shake of his head, as if it is an everyday occurrence to save someone and treat her stings while ignoring your own significant pain. This time when I reach for the jar, he lets me have it. I dip my hand in before gently dabbing it on Kai's chest and smoothing it in. I coat each of his stings with the same care and gentleness that he has shown me. When he turns to give me access to his broad shoulders and back, I am tempted to place my lips on each of the spots in an attempt to make them better with a kiss, but I refrain.

"What is this miracle salve, anyway?" I ask him once each of his stings is coated.

He smiles then-a truly gorgeous smile, with the slight gap in his teeth adding even more character to his face. "It's my Nana Lana's Super-Secret Magical Jelly." The way his eyes light up when he speaks, I can tell that his Nana Lana is very special to him.

"Well, it's magical, all right. I can vouch for that. It took me from extreme pain to mild discomfort in a matter of moments." I smile back at him, and he looks proud. "I want a gallon of this stuff to take home with me. Does it work on anything else or just stings?"

"Well, Nana Lana thinks it cures everything." He raises his eyebrows, making me wonder if his grandma is as crazy as Baggy. "It is amazing stuff, though, and people swear by it to relieve everything from sunburn to dandruff to acne. We have customers come from all over to get it. We could make a fortune, if she would ma.s.s-produce it, but Nana refuses. She makes each batch by hand, saying she instills love into each jar, which is what makes it work so well." Now I'm really wondering if he has a crazy grandma, just like I do, but I don't say anything about it. After all, he obviously loves the woman a great deal, and it's a completely different ball of wax when you insinuate that one of your own family members is loony versus someone else implying you have a nut job in your family.

Kai c.o.c.ks his head to the side. "I'm surprised you haven't seen me selling it at the resort. I sell it to all of my favorite guests." His words create extremely conflicting emotions inside me as a silent Ohhhh sounds in my head. On the one hand, I'm glad to find that he isn't selling drugs or anything else seedy. I am distressed, though to learn that I am not one of his "favorite" customers. If I hadn't been dumb enough to swim through a swarm of jellyfish-is it a swarm?-I probably would have never found out about the magic potion.

Determined not to focus on the negative, I change the subject. "So, what is a group of jellyfish called? A swarm? A pack? A herd?"

Kai laughs at my last suggestion. "Actually, I believe they are called a smack."

"Well, that seems appropriate." I chuckle with him. "I sure felt like I'd been given a few hard smacks before you came along." I turn serious. "Thank you for rescuing me."

"You're quite welcome," he tells me, and something deep inside me wonders if he might kiss me. I think my ears are ringing from the blood rus.h.i.+ng through my head, until he tells me he'll be right back and jogs to pick up his cell phone. "Leilani," he answers, after looking at the display screen.

Hearing him utter her name immediately squelches the wayward thoughts. As much as I would like to fantasize that Kai is all mine, it just isn't in the cards. It never was, never will be. End of story. I don't want to overhear his conversation with his pregnant lover, so I decide to explore the gorgeous grounds at his home. I'm surprised to find a circle of outdoor showers that are secluded by dense tropical foliage. I can't stop the mental image of Kai and Leilani, wet and entwined, when I see this outdoor hydrotherapy paradise. Not wanting to think about their beautiful, writhing bodies making love under the warm spray, I quickly move along.

I notice a pathway that has various smooth stones sticking up from the concrete, so I decide to go investigate. "I see you've found my reflexology path." Kai has come up close behind me. "Try it out," he encourages me. I set off down the walkway but quickly find that it hurts, so I jump to the side and off the path.

Kai takes my hand and leads me back to the beginning. "You're going too fast. Slow down and enjoy it. Slowly roll your feet through each step." Not letting my hand go, Kai steps onto the path, leaving me no choice but to join him. This time, I follow his instructions and am amazed to find that slowly pressing my feet into the stones feels like a relaxing foot ma.s.sage. I close my eyes as we traverse the path in super-slow motion. By the end, my entire body is zinging with energy from the rock ma.s.sage of the pressure points on my feet-and the hand-to-hand connection I am sharing with Kai.

After we finish enjoying the reflexology path, I circle around to what appears to be a hot tub. "That's an icy plunge." Kai informs me. I stick a finger in and jerk it back, shocked to discover numbingly cold water. "You take a dip in there to rev up your circulation," Kai tells me, and I can't help but think that my circulation is already plenty revved when he is near. "Then you get in the hot tub." He gestures to a large in-ground swirling infinity pool of water. "The fast temperature change gives you pins and needles in your limbs, but it's a good tingling. Go ahead and give it a try. You'll never feel more alive," he promises.

My body already feels more alive than it ever has before just by being near him, but I don't want to embarra.s.s myself by saying it. "I wouldn't want to wash off my magic jelly," I tell him, silently thinking that I can't be so near him in a hot tub, either. My fantasies about him don't need any more fuel added to the fire.

"If you're sure, then I'll take you back to the resort," he tells me before adding, "I'm already late for work, anyway."

I can feel a panic attack starting over his words. "I'm so sorry," I gasp. "Let's get going."

"It was so worth it," he rea.s.sures me. "Besides, what are they going to do, fire me?" He chuckles, but I can't help thinking that he is taking this much too lightly. Is this some kind of stereotypical "island att.i.tude" about time and work? I would feel horrible if he lost his job for saving my life, even though from the looks of his house, he evidently doesn't need the money. He clearly wants to work, and I don't want to get in the way of that.

Kai walks me to a white Jeep and opens the pa.s.senger-side door before indicating he'll be right back and running into the house. When he returns, he has on shorts and a polo s.h.i.+rt and is carrying a large brown bag. I look down at myself and suddenly feel silly in my dark blue racer-back Speedo swimsuit. As if he had antic.i.p.ated my discomfort, he tosses me a T-s.h.i.+rt from the bag before placing the bag in the backseat. I catch a whiff of his scent as I lower the T-s.h.i.+rt over my head. I'll be keeping this, I think to myself as we take off in the topless Jeep.

Once we park at the resort, he retrieves the bag from the backseat and hands me three jars of magic jelly. "How much do I owe you?" I ask him.

"Don't be ridiculous," he responds.

"No, I pay my own way," I inform him in my no-uncertain-terms tone.

"Okay then, I'd like a kiss." He leans toward me, smiling.

There is nothing I'd rather do than press my lips against Kai's, but an image of Leilani flashes into my mind. "I can't," I tell him before turning and running toward my room.

Chapter 15.

When I return to the room, Baggy and Ruthie are awake and beginning to move. I give them each a jar of the magic jelly with a brief explanation of the morning's events. Baggy is slightly b.u.mmed to learn that Kai's brown-bag dealings at the bar are not something seedier, but her eyes light up when she tells Ruthie and I about her latest scheme.

She confides to us that she and Howie are going on a top-secret sting operation to catch a jewelry thief at the Marriott a few hotels down the beach. "Howie?" Ruthie and I ask in unison, looking at each other to see if we had missed something important.

"Oh, Howard is Jim's real name," Baggy tells us, as if that explains everything. When we continue to look perplexed, she adds, "He only uses Jim-his code name-when he is undercover on super-secret spy operations." I am tempted to tell her that the very fact that he has shared all of this information with her proves that he is not a real spy, but I don't want to rain on her parade. She seems almost giddy with happiness, so I suppose a little pretend danger won't hurt anything.

Ruthie tells us that she is going to try snorkeling today. For someone who normally only dips her toes in the water to bathe, she sure is turning into quite a fish. I'm pretty sure it's only because of her latest conquest (whose wardrobe seems to consist solely of shorty wetsuits and long board swim shorts), but I decide not to call her out on it.

I inform them that again I intend to spend the day painting, and they both head out, excited to begin their next adventure in paradise. I pull out my easel, admire my waterfall rendition for a moment before I set it aside, and stare at a blank canvas. I'd like to replicate the emotion of being pulled into Kai's strong embrace as he saved me from the smack of jellyfish, but I can't paint a muscular arm wrapped around a damsel in distress. I had enough trouble attempting to explain away the waterfall scene. If Kai saw a water rescue scene, he would think I am some kind of deranged stalker.

In the end, I decide to create a super close-up impression of a jellyfish. As is usually the case, I lose myself in the pleasure of painting and have no idea how much time has pa.s.sed, other than the fact that my tummy is growling angrily. I stand back to look at the finished piece and am pleased. I have captured the iridescent essence of the animal and somehow found a way to express the beauty in a creature that I now fully despise. Feeling rather pleased with my emerging talent, I head in to shower off the paint and grime of a long day's work.

Jim, or Howie, or whatever we are supposed to call him, joins us for dinner. He regales us all with tall tales of his spy adventures. I wonder if he is delusional and really believes the stories he shares, or if he is just eccentric and likes to entertain. Either way, he is funny and charming, and Baggy seems to be completely taken with him. When he takes her hand and says, "Let's go cut a rug," Baggy giggles like a schoolgirl before following him to the dance floor.

I sit back in my chair to enjoy watching them for a bit. Their effervescence for life is apparent as they flounce around in each other's arms. We should all be lucky enough to find someone to share that with, even if he is a little crazy. Besides, she's more than a little crazy herself.

Ruthie spots her crush at the bar and saunters off. It's so odd to see her being the chaser, when she is so accustomed to being the chased.

I sit at the table for a few minutes pondering my life and wis.h.i.+ng there was a luau tonight. Kai drops into Baggy's vacated chair and asks me if I'd like to take a walk along the beach. I smile and agree to go with him.

As we walk, I can't help but wonder if it is part of the resort employees' jobs to help entertain the lonely, loser guests who don't have anyone special in one of the most romantic spots on Earth. The thought dampens my spirits, and I decide to relieve Kai of his duty. "You don't have to spend time with me," I tell him. "I know it is part of your job to make sure the resort's guests have fun."

He gives me an odd look. "I don't know what you think is in my job description, but it's nothing like that. I'm not a gigolo."

"I thought this might fall under the 'other duties as needed' category," I tell him, only half-joking.

"No, I'm here with you because I want to be."

His words are sweet and perfect-exactly what I want to hear-and it frustrates me beyond reason. I run a hand through my hair before calling him out on it. "I know that Leilani is pregnant." I let that hang in the air for a bit. Kai is silently looking at me, like he needs more of an explanation than that. "Well, don't you think you should be going on a romantic stroll along the beach with her, not me?"