"Stay?" we repeated in unison.
"For six days." The captain scratched his head and checked his clipboard. "Yup, says here you have Romeo and Juliet Honeymoon Suite. And wedding be, oh yes, Saturday. Now is there anything else you needed?"
"Wedding!" Jace yelled.
"Chill, hang loose, man." The captain laughed. "I love pulling that trick on tourists. Gets 'em every time. No wedding. But you do have the suite. It was the only hut available."
"Hut?" Beth annunciated the T with vengeance.
"Sure." The captain smiled. "Though here on the island we just call them fertility huts."
"Holy shit. Grandma's trying to get you knocked up." I chuckled. "Not gonna happen."
Beth's gaze snapped to mine; her eyes narrowed.
"Not because I wouldn't want to sleep with you. I mean, I think we can both say it was… fantastic." If only I could remember just how fantastic. Kill me now.
"Up you go!" The captain grabbed Beth and hoisted her onto the dock. "Just keep walking straight until you reach the main lobby."
The minute I followed suit and stepped onto the deck, the captain grabbed me and whispered, "Keiki, keiki, keiki."
Was he saying kinky or keiki?
"What the hell are you doing?" I pushed him away.
"Cursed." The captain slapped my back a few times then tugged my ear.
Swear, I almost kneed him in the nuts.
"Keiki, you have keiki, and you'll be happy for all eternity. Six days." He smiled. "For six days you will be cursed with her scent, her laugh, her walk, her smile. If, at the end of the six days you decide to walk away, the curse be broken, and you not feel pain from her parting. If you choose her as your mate, you be blessed."
My mouth dropped open. "Are you high?"
"Keiki." The captain nodded and slapped my back again. "Good luck, my friend. Aloha." He put a large necklace over my neck and kissed my cheek.
I reared back, ready to push him into the ocean when Beth yelled my name. The breeze picked up as I turned to face her.
And my heart froze in my chest.
Her green eyes were glowing in the moonlight. My body reacted like she was my universe, it was as if everything around me faded and all I saw was green.
Green eyes.
Beautiful eyes.
The wind picked up again as the smell of coconut floated through the air. I could taste it on my tongue. Hell, I could taste her. Damn, I wanted her. I wanted her so bad that my body was having trouble functioning.
Shit! The man, the beads, the curse. I turned to yell at him for putting his voodoo crap on me, but the boat was already gone.
When I turned back around, Beth was smiling.
And I knew.
She would pull.
I would fall.
And in the end I would walk away.
Because she deserved better, and I didn't believe in second chances, even when it came to the one who got away.
Chapter Eleven
"We don't have alcohol on the premises." The agent rubbed his forehead again and groaned. "And even if we did, I'd use it before I'd give it to you."
"Well, that's rude." Grandma sniffed.
"Can you help me at all? Can you give me anything? Any information?"
"Yes." Grandma sighed. "I suppose I can, but it will cost you."
"Bribery? Of a government agent?"
"I kidnapped a US senator. You said so yourself. Do you think the law applies to me? Furthermore, do you think I care?"
"Ma'am, I can say with absolute certainty, that you are under the illusion that no law or rule applies to you."
"Why, thank you! How sweet." Grandma leaned back in her chair. "Where shall I start?"
"The beginning."
"It began with a curse."
"Shit."
"Don't worry, it was a good curse. And it wasn't real, but he didn't know that. You see, sometimes we just need to be given permission to do things. We need to be told something is okay."
Beth
Jace looked like he'd just seen a ghost. I waved in front of his face; he sucked in some air and began choking wildly and tugging at the beaded necklace around his neck.
"When did you go shopping?" I fingered the necklace.
"Don't touch it. I'm cursed!" he shouted.
I'd never witnessed a nervous breakdown. But I was almost one-hundred percent sure that's what was taking place. Jace pulled at his neck, nearly choking himself in the process and kept holding his breath.
"Get it off!" he yelled again.
"Jace. Breathe," I demanded.
His wild eyes looked everywhere but my face. Finally I grabbed him and pulled him into a hug. "It will be okay. It's just six days."
"You can't touch me. I'm serious, Beth. This is serious!"
"Right. You and your necklace are cursed." I patted his back in a motherly fashion. "You're under a lot of pressure right now. It's okay to freak out every once in a while. Just take some deep breaths, and we'll get some food in you."
"I'm not…" He started hyperventilating. "What the hell kind of perfume do you have on anyway?" He pulled back, eyes wild.
"I'm not wearing perfume."
"Aw, shit!" Jace finally pulled free from the necklace and threw it into the ocean, nearly popping his arm out of the socket in the process.
"Better?" I crossed my arms.
"Immensely." His chest was still heaving from exertion. "Sorry about that."
"Oh, it's fine. I've always wondered what it would be like to watch someone completely lose their mind." I smiled.
And was rewarded with a middle finger.
"Whoa there, Senator, manners."
His eyes narrowed. "The damn captain cursed me. He cursed me with you!"
Mad as hell, I smacked him on the arm. "Then why don't you just go back to your perfect life with your ridiculous amount of money and leave me the heck alone! I need this vacation, and I don't need you here being all—" I pushed him again, "—angry!"
"Fine!" Jace shouted, and then he pinched the bridge of his nose. "I mean, you're right. I'll leave. I just. He just—"
"Aloha!" A lady approached us on the dock. "I don't mean to interrupt what I'm sure was a very healthy and emotional conversation where you're both searching for your feelings deep down inside and—"
"Who are you?" Jace interrupted.
The lady was wearing all black and had a name tag that said Dr. Z.
"I'm the manager of this fine establishment, and I've been expecting you." She couldn't have been more than five foot two, was of Asian descent, and had black-rimmed spectacles that covered half her face. "Now if you'll just follow me to the center."
"Center?" I repeated. "I thought it was a hotel?"
"Oh, it's so much more! Here at Ocean Breezes Couples' Retreat, we pride ourselves on being up-to-date on the latest couples' therapy, relaxation treatments and—"
"Back up." Jace held up his hand. "Couples' therapy?"
"Of course." Dr. Z nodded. "That is why you're here, is it not?"
"Not," I answered for both of us. "Not, not, not, not."
"Strange." She folded her arms. "I've had your reservation for over a month."
"A month!" I yelled. This time Jace braced me as I lunged for the innocent doctor.
"Come along." She ignored my violent outburst. "Dinner starts in about ten minutes, and we need to get you in your clothes first."
"You have our suitcases?" That was the best news I'd heard all day.
"Oh no." Dr. Z snapped her fingers. Two men came running; one handed her a packet, and the other handed her a key. "Here at Ocean Breezes Couples' Retreat, oh my, that is a mouthful. Here at OBCR, we value equality over style. Both men and women wear the same white outfits every day to show their commitment for a clean slate."