Honolulu Bradley had introduced her to cocktail lounges, piano bars, garden terraces, resort hotels and beachside cafés. Drinks, food, entertainment amidst stylised Hawaiiana with slick American overtones was so new, so different, from what she had known at home and in cold wet London. It was not hard to take. As they settled into a booth under starry lights where a candle flickered in pink glass surrounded by flowers, she asked Bradley if heâd lived like this before he came to Hawaii.
âCalifornians like their bars and nice eateries. My parents dine out every week at their club and try new places with their friends. My father retired early with ideas of dabbling in real estate but really my parents just enjoy themselves.â
âWhat about holidays? Where do they go?â Catherine was thinking of the camping trips she was used to where they piled into the car and headed along the river to a quiet spot to pitch a tent, or out into the hills where her father fished quiet streams or panned for gold. Their nights were spent talking around the campfire or the bush barbecue. Sometimes her cousins Peter and Suzanne were invited and the bush would ring with their laughter and excitement.
âOh, my folks like Lake Tahoe. Thereâs a lodge thatâs lovely in the winter, not that they ski or skate, we kids did though. And in the summer the lake was fun, but the water is really cold. My folks liked the casinos and the nightlife. Lots of big-name entertainers go to the casinos.â
âSounds fun,â said Catherine politely. âOur parents sound quite different.â
âAre you liking it here?â He leant over and took her hand, looking concerned.
âOf course! This is a dream. Fantastic. Itâs going to be hard going home to the humdrum.â
He squeezed her hand. âI donât live like this normally, either. Thatâs the magic of Hawaii. Itâs the ultimate romantic getaway,â said Bradley softly.
His words stung her. âIs that what this is? How often do you have romantic getaways?â
âOh, I didnât mean it like that. This is a first for me too,â he said quickly and earnestly. âIn every way.â He took both her hands in his. âCan I kiss you?â
They leant across the small table and he kissed her quickly but fiercely, trying to erase his words. They drew apart as the waiter put their drinks on the table.
âCatherine . . . these past few days, well, it seems like months . . . theyâve been very special. This is the first time Iâve really had someone to share Honolulu with and, well, itâs just wonderful.â
Catherine didnât speak, but nodded, feeling rather lost for words. It had been a wonderful magical time. And their lovemaking had brought them closer together.
Bradley continued. âDo you think you could stay on here a little longer? Change your booking?â
âHeavens, I have no idea. But, yes, what a fabulous plan.â
âI want to spend more time with you,â said Bradley softly. âAs well as show you Hawaii. Maybe we could go to another island.â
âHow many islands are there in Hawaii?â
âWell, hundreds, but most of them are really tiny. The main ones are Oahu, that weâre on now, the Big Island of Hawaii with its volcanoes, Maui, and the one thatâs supposed to be the most beautiful of all, Kauai. And the smaller ones are Lanai and Molokai.â
âVolcanoes. Wonât that be dangerous?â
âNo, not really. Theyâre not the explosive type. More damage is done by tsunamis.â
âWhatâs a tsunami?â
âA tidal wave. The Hawaiian islands are in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, so if thereâs an earthquake anywhere out there, the effect is felt in Hawaii. Luckily, most of the tsunamis are quite small.â
âThatâs a relief.â She squeezed his hand. The islands sounded