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pop. “Not that close. I’m hoping we can have some sort of normal relationship.”
    “Normal how?”
    “Well, it’s kind of strange, but I’m Robert’s half-sister. We didn’t know we were related until after our father died, so we only met a few months ago.”
    No wonder Malia hadn’t realized. Her obsession with the Farrells had finally died down in the past few years and, unless it was front page news, she really didn’t pay attention. Well, Jean didn’t seem too messed up. Maybe spending most of her life away from the family had allowed her to escape unscathed. “It’s really cool that you are trying to have a relationship. Lots of people barely stay in contact with the family that they have, let alone new family they never had any relationship with.”
    “I’m still not convinced this whole thing is going to work,” said Colin, resulting in a playful elbow to his gut from Jean.
    “I told you this would be worth it. Robert’s a good guy. I can tell.”
    “You think,” corrected Colin.
    Malia dug her feet into the sand as she studied the two. Obviously Jean had more faith in Robert than she did. Maybe somehow the Farrell sons had escaped the disastrous effects of the family name.
    “Tell him that if he doesn’t sign the damn contract, I will personally come down there and make him sign the fucking thing!”
    Malia tensed at Robert’s harsh words and turned to see him hanging up the phone and walking over to the group.
    In a flash, his charming smile was back in place, no sign of the angry demands from a second ago. “Sorry about that.” He sat between where Colin and Jean were huddled. “Did I miss anything?”
    That perfect mask was right back in place. Nope. Robert was just as much of a Farrell as his father.

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    R obert was itching to get back to New York. It was some strange torture to be stuck in paradise while shit was hitting the fan back home.
    The land deal in LA that he’d been working on for the past seven months was about to fall through for no reason at all. He’d had all the bankers and lawyers and agents ready to go, and for some fucking reason, the seller was about to back out and he couldn’t do anything while he was on this island.
    Nathan and Alex were already on their way to the airport to hop on a plane to smooth things over, but Robert didn’t like being this far out of the game.
    “Is everything okay?” asked Jean.
    Before Robert could answer, he noticed the warning look Colin gave him. Obviously he didn’t want Robert to stress out Jean with work problems. “Nothing Nathan can’t take care of,” he said with a forced smile. “Now, I heard there was jerky.”
    The rest of the lunch was spent with casual, shallow conversation. Malia and Jean talked about the must-see places on Oahu, and Malia told them about the fishing techniques used by the native islanders on this very beach.
    By the time they packed up to head out to the sandbar, Robert was halfway to being calm again. Listening to Malia speak had a strange calming effect on him. She looked so natural sitting on a beach, it was hard to imagine her in the hustle and bustle of New York.
    Her tan skin practically glowed under the sun, and she smiled as she gave her historical and geographical lessons about the island. A sign that she truly loved where she was. He was so used to being surrounded by people who either always worked or just worked for the weekend. It was strange to be around someone so...content.
    He helped her load up the boat and watched her as she pulled in the anchor. If he knew some way to help her pull it in, he would’ve done that too, though he couldn’t deny the joy he got simply from watching her.
    She had the body of someone who never stopped moving. Her legs were strong from walking or biking everywhere, and she could handle the heavy cooler with ease as she positioned it on the boat. The best moments were when the sun shone just right and her shirt became