The sun lines in Jonahâs face turned downward as he laid his hands on her shoulders. âYour Hawaiian heart will always want to fly home.â
Darby swallowed hard. Afraid she might cry if she tried to answer, she nodded over and over again until Jonah winked at her.
He left and she looked after him, but she was in such a hurry to get ready for the celebration, it washalf an hour later, as she was blow-drying her hair, that Darby wondered why Jonah would have that pretty necklace just rattling around in a drawer.
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Sugar Sands Cove Resort was crowded with cars.
Darbyâs friend Ann Potter waved as her father motioned Coach Roffmore into a parking space ahead of him. Miss Day swooped her bright yellow Volkswagen into a spot the coach had just given up on, and Jonah muttered in thanks when a hotel employee pointed out a place Aunt Babe had blocked off for Jonah, Cathy, Cade, Megan, and Darby.
âMy guests of honor,â Babe called. Her steps were rushed, and the rustling crush of a long white taffeta dress banded at the waist with a sash that matched her mango lipstick announced with every move that she was the hostess.
After Babe kissed all ten of their cheeks, she complimented her brotherâs paniolo finery and said, âYou wonât be sorry about those horses.â
âWeâll see,â Jonah grumbled, but he kissed her cheeks in return.
Darby felt her eyes grow wide. That must mean Jonah had accepted Aunt Babeâs gift of cremello horses, as an incentive to allow her guests to ride on âIolani Ranch. Guest riders would mean more money, but she had trouble picturing Jonah as a gracious host.
Aunt Babe escorted them into the hotel instead of allowing them to head toward the corral full of cremello horses, where a small stage had been erected.
Inside, there were white floors, mirrored walls, and transparent modern lamps filled with candles. Hotel guests twittered like excited birds, talking to reporters and each other as they savored the tropical perfumes of frangipani, ginger, and upright floral spears called birds-of-paradise.
âWatch your step.â Aunt Babe pointed at cords snaking across the lobby floor. âWeâve got press everywhere.â
Darby gazed after Aunty Cathy and Jonah as they stopped to talk to Kimo and an older man with sun-pleated skin and white hair. He must be Kimoâs dad, Darby thought. Neck loaded with maile leis, he grinned and spoke in rapid-fire pidgin.
As he gestured, Darby noticed he was missing a finger. Was it really from a roping accident? Jonah and Kimo had told her, but Darbyâs head was spinning and she couldnât remember.
Deserted by her mother, Megan looked a little nervous, and that made Darby even more uneasy.
âWe donât have to talk, do we?â Megan asked Aunt Babe. âWeâll just sit in the crowd, the audience or whatever, with everyone else, thenââ
âThe chairs on the stage are for you,â Aunt Babe explained.
âSo, weâll just sit there and stand when you read off our names, but youâll do the talking?â Darby crossed all her fingers.
âOh, no.â Aunt Babe wagged a manicured nail. âThis is small-town excitement at its best. But fun and wonderful publicity. Wordâs traveled about you brave kids, and the phoneâs still ringing. You three are going to sing for your supper.â
âI canât sing,â Cade insisted, shoving his hands into his pockets.
âItâs just an expression,â Darby told him. It would be rude to guess that Babe was reminding them publicity for the resort had been part of the agreement when theyâd begun searching for the lost colt. Still, she turned to her great-aunt and said, âBut if you really meant that, Iâd skip supper.â
Maybe Megan remembered she was the oldest, and, seeing there was no way out of this, she asked, âWhat do you want us to do?â
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