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Jason opened his mouth to respond, but before he could speak, Mia’s voice cut through gently but firm. “There’s a ship,” she said, looking between the Elders and Jason. “Fourteen day cruise. It departs from Adelaide, loops through New Zealand, then the top of Australia, and ends in Bali before returning. You’d be off pack lands, out of reach of duty, and… maybe closer to fate.” Nathan crossed his arms, glancing at Jason. "Wouldn’t kill us to relax. Just once." Jason sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll think about it.”

“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.”

But I'm eager to meet the rest, hopefully they are nothing like Mason though, cause no, just no. I switched off the lights and electric equipment round the room, as I grabbed my car keys right after. Thankfully, Mr jerkward still hasn't arrived from his all so mysterious outing, so I didn't have to explain myself to anyone as to why I am leaving so early. I made my way, got my luggage booted up and drove right off campus. Destination Opal Lagoon, one of the most high standard ass beaches and also my favourite, actually. A half flew by, and I was right on the deck, where we all will be boarding a boat that I'll take us right there.

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.

"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.

We took the route near the shoreline facing the Northern Pacific Ocean! “Miss Herald, welcome to Honolulu, Hawaii's capital city and the home to crescent Waikiki Beach and Pearl Harbor's WWII memorials. Most of the famous entrepreneurs and businessmen choose this part of Hawaii for retirement. “ Hahaha. If ever Sean and I get to grow old, I’d rather settle in Albay. I just hope that province won’t change.