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one gets when they know something intense is about to be said shuddered through every pore.
    “Yeah?”
    “Yeah. I found my forever. And Mia, it’s so much more than I could have ever dreamed.”
    My chest tightened and my heart pounded. “Oh Tai, I’m so, so happy for you. You deserve it.”
    “So do you, girlie. When are you going to try and find it?”
    “I don’t know, Tai. I don’t have a psychic mother telling me my future, now do I?”
    We both laughed. “Tai, does Amy know?” I pulled at a strand of my hair, tugged it across my face and bit down on the thick chunk. Disgusting nervous habit and one I usually controlled. Not now though. Both of us knew that the only way we could ever stay friends was if Amy knew about our relationship the month I was there, and was okay with it.
    “Relax girlie, she knows. After the third date, before things got you know…uh...heated.” I giggled but held my breath, wanting to hear it all. “Before we went there, I told her. Everything.”
    “Everything? The Jeep, the ocean, the wall?” Mortification swam along my vision and I could feel the prickles of embarrassment chase their way up my neck and flush my skin.
    “No. Christ. I’m not stupid. I was honest. Told her we’d had something very intense, life-changing even, but it was done, and in its place was a friend for life. Amy gets it. She’s not jealous. What she and I have already experienced in a week of being together is so right. Mia…I’m going to marry this girl. Soon. Probably next year you’ll be coming back out to the islands.”
    “I’ll be there. Tai, I couldn’t be happier. This is well-deserved.”
    “Thanks girlie. Do you like the tat?” His voice was a sultry grumble, fishing for compliments. It reminded me of when he’d fished for something else only a week ago, but that had to do with getting into my panties, and often.
    “Very much.” So much so it gave me an idea, a crazy amazing one. Something I’d never done before that would stay with me the rest of my life.
    “Thank you, Tai. Tell Amy I said congrats and let me know when you pop the question. But give it at least a month okay lady-killer?”
    He laughed that big Samoan timbre, the one I missed terribly after not hearing it for a week.
    “Will do. Take care of yourself and I want regular updates. Every week or two. Promise me.”
    “Okay, okay. I promise.”
    “Anything happens to you, Mia, I’m on the first plane out to kick serious ass. I’ll protect you, girlie. You need me, I’m there. Amy knows and agrees. What you’re doing, your job, it can be dangerous, but I get it. Family’s first.”
    “Yes Tai. I don’t think anyone else gets it the way you do. Family’s first.”
    “Take care of your tama , girle.” He used the Samoan word for father. “But until you get a man to be your forever, I’m there. The big Samoan brother you never had.”
    “From lover to brother?”
    He chuckled. “You get the drift. Promise me you’ll be safe.”
    “I’ll be safe. Love you, Tai.”
    “I love you, girlie. Friends for life.”
    “Friends for life.”
    I hung up and blew out a long breath. Everyone around me was moving forward, everyone but me. I had another six months to go to finish this with Blaine so Pops could be free. Even though it’s not what I would have picked for my life. Serving as an escort to rich men wasn’t really so bad. Thinking back to the very beginning, I’d actually been pretty lucky.
    Weston Charles Channing, the Third. I snickered recalling how much crap I gave Wes about the numbers at the end of his name. Wes played the dutiful son card well. He was devastatingly attractive, laid back, hard-working, and took the time to enjoy the simple things in life. My time with him was so much more than I’d ever have believed it could be. He made a very scary situation a cake walk. I learned to surf, and was shown that not all men are cut from the same cloth.
    The men I’d been with before him, the