little more attentive than usual since most of the
staff recognized Reyna.
“Did you have an enjoyable day on the beach?“ Reyna asked, opening her menu as two tall tropical
drinks composed of rum, passion fruit and orange juice arrived at the table.
“Not particularly,“ Trev retorted. “I spent it worrying about this evening.“
Reyna glanced up, gray-green eyes full of laughter. “That must have been a novel way to spend your
time!“
“It was. I did manage to get into the water, though. I’m tempted to rent a mask and snorkel. I’d like to
try getting a closer look at some of the fish near the reefs.“
“No problem, my friend Kent runs a little shop – “
“I’ll find my own source, thanks.“
“Suit yourself,“ she returned airily. She glanced back at the menu. “As far as the food here goes, I can
recommend the butterfish steamed in ti leaves or the Malaysian prawns. That cucumber and seaweed salad
is excellent, also.“
“And the papaya laced with port?“
“Makes a great starter,“ Reyna agreed readily.
They went through the menu, discussing it with the intelligent enthusiasm which had characterized their
eating adventures six months ago. By the time they had settled on the coconut and macadamia-nut soufflé
for dessert, Reyna found herself having to fight off a tendency to reminisce. She won the silent battle.
Trev, on the other hand, was not above using any weakness he sensed.
“Do you remember that great Japanese restaurant down by the waterfront in Seattle? They’ve put in a
sushi bar. You’d love it“
“Really?“ She kept her voice deliberately noncommittal. “There’s a lot of fantastic Oriental cooking here
in the islands, you know,“ she went on chattily. “When I go to Honolulu I always make it a point to stop at –
“
“Reyna! Good to see you. Who’s your mainland friend?“
The handsome man in the Hawaiian-print aloha shirt and lei who had strolled over to the table Reyna
was sharing with Trev smiled benignly down on them.
“Hello, Eddy,“ she smiled back. “Eddy, this is Trev Langdon. He’s from Seattle. Trev, meet Eddy
Cannon. He manages this restaurant.“
Each man acknowledged the introduction, Eddy with the easy charm of the professional restaurateur
and Trev with a distant politeness.
“Just hit the islands this afternoon?“ Eddy asked, his friendly dark eyes on Trev’s tie and jacket “No,“
Reyna answered before Trev could respond. “He got in yesterday. If you’re wondering why he’s still in a
tie and jacket, it’s because Trev is sometimes a little slow to see the light.“
Across the table the golden eyes gleamed with promised vengeance. “But when I do finally get started
in the right direction, I’m damn hard to stop.“
“Don’t worry, we’ll have you into one of these aloha shirts in no time,“ Eddy said quickly, too astute not
to sense the strong undercurrents between the two. “You’ll love ‘em the same way the ladies love
muumuus. Very comfortable. Say, Reyna,“ he said quickly in an effort to change the subject, “what’s this I
hear about your leasing one of the shops here in the mall?“
Aware of Trev’s immediate interest, Reyna shrugged lightly. “I’m going to go ahead with plans for that
gourmet-foods shop I mentioned to you a few weeks ago. I’ll start checking out financing tomorrow, as a
matter of fact“
Eddy nodded. “I think it’s a great idea. I can see you making a fortune on gourmet picnic lunches. The
LA. and San Francisco crowd will really go for them!“
By the time Eddy had finished his polite conversation and taken his leave, Reyna knew Trev was waiting
impatiently with questions.
“What shop?“ he demanded immediately.
Stifling a certain wariness, Reyna told him of her plans and when she’d finished she found herself
wailing with a strange expectancy. Whatever she thought of him on a personal level, there could be no
denying that Trev Langdon was a
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