him.â
âI canât believe youâre doing this to us.â
âWeâve only been seeing each other six months.â
âSo?â
It looked like Hope wasnât going to completely get out of the breakup portion of the relationship. âThe six-month gift is perfume or a nice necklaceânot a trip to Hawaii.â
âYou can pay me back.â
âI donât want to pay you back. I donât want to go.â
âYou donât want to go to Hawaii, or you donât want to go to Hawaii with me?â There was hurt stamped in his eyes. She bet he had an extreme fishing adventure planned in Hawaii and that kept her from feeling too sorry for him.
âI donât think weâre a match.â
âObviously,â he said.
âPardon?â She didnât know why she was letting him goad her. She should just let him say whatever he wanted as long as she ended up free.
âHow could you turn down a trip to Hawaii? Thatâs insane. I even have a deep-sea fishing excursion booked!â
She knew it. âI hate fish.â
âWhat?â
âI. Hate. Fish.â
âYouâre just trying to upset me.â
âNo, itâs true. I loathe them. Scaly, slimy, foul-smelling, hideous things. I have nightmares about them.â
âI canât believe you.â
Hope threw her arms open à la What are you going to do? âWell, Iâm glad you found out now. Better than slogging through another six months, right?â Or six days . She was never going to fall in love again. It was torture being trapped with the wrong person, pure torture.
âYouâre unbelievable.â
âI donât know what else to say. Bon voyage. Mele kilikimaka. â
âWhat?â Michael said, mouth open.
âThatâs the island greeting that they send to you from the land where palm trees stray.â
Michael just stood and stared. Austin laughed quietly in the background. Hope hopped into Austinâs truck. His laughter grew louder.
âWhat?â Hope demanded.
âItâs sway .â
She had no idea what he was talking about. âWhat is?â
âFrom the land where palm trees sway. â
âWhat did I say?â
âStray.â
âI did not.â
âYou most certainly did.â
Hope opened her mouth to protest again and then laughed. âGuess I still have work on my mind.â This time they shared the laugh. Hope exhaled.
âYou okay?â Austin said.
âLetâs go,â Hope said.
âIs he writing down my license plate?â Austin was staring through the rearview mirror.
âAnd posting it to Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and Insta-gram,â Hope said.
Austin laughed. âI didnât understand half of what you just said, but Iâm okay with it.â
So he was a mountain man who was also out of touch with the popular world. It made her like him even more. Joy was completely obnoxious on social media and so was her mother. Austin stared at her. She didnât know what he was waiting for. She felt a flash of heat on her face as they looked at each other. âWhere to?â he said at last.
Oh, duh. âMy place so I can pack. Then, as long as youâre fit to drive this late, Joy is in Seattle,â Hope said.
âFit as a fiddle,â he said with a grin.
Hope purposefully avoided raking her eyes over his strong jawline and muscular arms. âBut weâre probably going to have to take her by force.â
âAs soon as I get coffee Iâll be fit to keep driving, but Iâll leave the force to you,â Austin said.
âMay the force be with me,â Hope said. âGot it.â
Austin laughed. âYouâre funny,â he said. A warm flush worked its way through Hope. Michael had never laughed at her jokes. Austin massaged the top of the dogâs gigantic head. âAnd thereâs not much room. Weâll have