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He named the teen hit that had given her the big break in her career.
“I likedThe Princess Affair 2better,” Kiana said. “That guy who played the prince was hot.”
“You knew.” They hadn’t let on. Hadn’t treated her differently.
Kiana shrugged. “We guessed you were trying to keep it quiet that you were here. We understood.”
Throat tight, she nodded. “Thanks.”
“Dad made walnut brownies today.” Koa gestured to the plate of baked treats on the counter. “He was in a nutty mood. I think we all need one.”
“Hmm.” Hollis took a bite. “Delicious.”
Koa leaned forward, resting his elbows on the counter. “So, do you two have plans?”
“Just coffee and shopping,” Hollis said.
“You should come to Mama’s tonight. Both of you. We have family over from the Big Island and we’re having dinner. More the merrier.”
“Mama’s?” Hollis asked.
“Paia’s best restaurant,” Sawyer said.
“Maui’sbest restaurant,” Koa countered.
“Mama’s Fish House is an institution,” Kiana said. “Amazing seafood using Hawaiian and Polynesian cooking techniques.”
“And a great location,” Koa added.
“That sounds wonderful.” Hollis gripped her drink tighter. “But I’m guessing there will be lots of people there, and now the secret’s out that I’m here, there might be paparazzi and people trying to take photos.”
Koa made a scoffing sound. “We’ll warn our family, they won’t mind. And Mama’s always has a table for us away from the main area.”
She glanced at Sawyer.
“Would be a tragedy to miss the food at Mama’s.” He slid an arm around her. “I’ll make sure no one bothers you.”
Her heart tightened. She nodded at the twins. “We’ll be there.”
They waved their goodbyes and headed back onto the sidewalk.
“Is it safe to go to dinner?” she asked. “The guy from the beach?—”
“We’ll be in a crowd, in a public place.” He touched her cheek. “And I’ll be with you.”
Now her chest loosened, warmth welling inside her.
“Come on, I need to pick something up.” He headed down the street, tugging on her hand.
Hollis found herself looking around anxiously, wondering if her would-be killer was watching her, or some photographer was going to shove a lens in her face.
“Here.” Sawyer opened the door to a store. The sign just saidKen’s. The shelves were laden with appliances, computers, and gadgets, and the walls were covered with signs advertising just about everything. The air-conditioning was cranked up high, and chilled her skin.
“Sawyer, my man.” The short, lean shopkeeper had Japanese heritage and beamed at Sawyer. “I’ve got what you wanted.”
The man disappeared into the back, then returned, carrying a large box.
“What is it?” Hollis asked.