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Damien raised a brow, his curiosity piqued. "Yes," Thomas nodded, warming to the topic. "Every year, the locals here in Bora Bora honor the ocean goddess Moanatea. The tradition says that she grants healthy relationships and prosperous marriages to those who pay homage. There are colorful boat parades, boat races, underwater lantern releases, and fire-dancing rituals on the beach at sunset. Tonight’s highlight is the Moonlight Ceremony, where couples tie shell bracelets together and float them on the water to signify lasting bonds." He chuckled. "It’s said to bring clarity to the heart… and sometimes, a little luck in love."

Moana nodded her head, and Alaric let her go. “You could have said that without pressing me against the elevator as well.” She said, trying not to growl. “Well, I wanted to close to you. So, the moment I got that chance. I grabbed it.” Alaric said with a wink. Moana’s jaw tightened, and she stormed her bellies at his shoes. “Ouch…!!” Alaric cried in pain while Moana smiled in pleasure. *

“I’d like to book the healing lodge for Alpha Kai and me.” “Of course, Luna.” She smiled warmly. “What time would you like to book it?” I hesitated. I wasn’t even sure when Kai would be back. “Um… are you open until ten?” She shook her head with a smile. “We’re open until midnight.” My hands turned cold. I hoped I wasn’t booking something I wasn’t even sure he’d agree to. “Alright… I’ll book it for seven o’clock.” I smiled nervously. “Depending on when the Alpha arrives.”

Over the next couple of days, Lea was left in no doubt about Dave’s skill as a tour guide. He organised a tour of Haleakala National Park, located on Maui’s inactive volcano, as well as visits to the Seven Sacred Pools of the Oheo Ravine and Makahika and Waimoko waterfalls. The lush rainforests with their towering, tumbling waterfalls were breathtaking, and Dave organised a private helicopter tour of the summit of the volcano, which gave stunning views over the crater and the whole island. He was sensitive without being patronising over the walks they took through the rainforest, and he always had a steadying hand at the ready if she gave any hint of losing her footing.

“Okay. Where to next?” Alas waggled his eyebrows as he opened the car door, helping her step up carefully so she wouldn’t trip. “We are going to the best honeymoon spot in the world. Actually—I already booked it. A quiet beach villa in Palawan, private shore, no work phones allowed, the chef knows how to make all your favorite foods, and the whole stretch of sand is ours for ten whole days. Paid for it three weeks ago, before you even said yes to the wedding dress. No mergers, no angry villagers, no Janus, no Brenda. Just us.”

“Do you always think I’m going to kidnap you?” I shook my head quickly, denying it. “I’m just verifying, sir.” I made an excuse. “I have someone important to meet.” I pursed my lips, not knowing what to say. “Excuse me.” He said when his phone rang. I peered out the back window. I couldn’t help but smile as I looked outside. Molokai is beautiful in pictures and even more beautiful in person. The trees, the beaches, the fresh air, and most of all the food–the seafood.

It just floated there, the same shape, the same weight, refusing to settle into something I could hold properly. I parked in the hotel garage and sat in the car for a minute after I cut the engine. The last time I saw Moana she was running out of that cottage door. She had thrown her phone at me and called me a dickhead and cried and ran, and again at the mall. She was already pregnant.

Moana * "Not again." I shook my head in disapproval at my father’s words. Alpha Ambrose Wayne, her father just told her that Alaric and his friends would be here again by the time Theodore and Liara would be back from their honeymoon or familymoon, whatever it is called, because this time, they were going on a familymoon with both their boys. They got married again yesterday, on their third anniversary. "You don’t agree with any of my decisions, do you?" Ambrose asked in a disappointed tone because he had no idea what he should do with his daughter.

"You're thinking about summer rentals at thirty thousand feet." "I'm thinking about showing the girls the ocean." He closes the book. "That's not work." I push myself upright and he shows me his phone. Three properties, all on the water, all with the kind of gardens Mrs. Kowalski will immediately take ownership of. "This one," I say. "That's the smallest one." "It has the best beach access. Look at the path." I point at the photo. "Straight from the garden to the sand. No road crossing."

"Oh, I don't have a date either." She gives a sly smile. "You could change that." "But..." She walks out on me before I can even think of the next words to say. What is she up to this time? I look down out the tickets to read what's written on them: Experience a night of enchantment at the 1.5 hour Magic of Polynesia show in Oahu. See people disappear into thin air and levitate from the ground under the command of internationally-acclaimed illusionist John Hirokawa.