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catching pink rays from the sun, low on the horizon. It was later than he’d thought. He’d shower here at the marina and change into the clothes he always carried in the truck.
    He walked out of the water, pausing with his feet braced on a lava shelf, the surf splashing around his ankles, to let the water stream from him. He took a deep breath of the warm, humid air. The transition back to land was always unsettling—the sun was too bright, the noises too sharp, the smells too strong. Motors throbbed, machinery rattled, and the stench of boat exhaust, hot asphalt and hot grease from the restaurant at the marina combined in a miasma of civilization. He wanted to turn his back on the land and dive again, but of course he couldn’t. He had obligations—his investigation, his ohana, the wedding.
    He just hoped he could fulfill all of them before disaster struck in the form of Kona Kula.
     
     
    Claire and Bella shared a room at the Royal Kona, overlooking the parking lot and treetops, while Grace had the seaside room. Claire couldn’t have cared less which way her room faced—she didn’t plan to spend a moment more in it than she had to.
    Her big suitcase, borrowed from her aunt, stood open on the waiting rack. She dug out the plain blue maillot she wore to swim laps at the Y, scowling at a rip in the side seam as she tugged the suit on. Her father had slipped her an extra hundred dollars for the trip, but fishing had been poor this year—Claire wouldn’t have taken it if she hadn’t known refusing would hurt his pride. She guessed she’d have to spend part of it on a new swimsuit. For now, the hole was too small to worry about.
    “Ready for a swim?” she invited as Bella zipped open her own suitcase.
    “Oh, yeah.” Bella nodded. “I plan to spend as much of this trip as I can in a swimsuit.”
    The three of them swam in the lagoon-like pool, tantalizing with only a sea wall separating them from the ocean. At least it was a chance to move after being trapped on the plane most of the day, but Claire couldn’t wait to get into the sea. The ocean off Oregon was too cold for more than brief dips on a hot day.
    When it was time to return to their rooms to dress for dinner, Claire wasn’t sorry to leave the pool. She’d come here to see the real Hawaii, not splash in a concrete bowl. She’d rather be staying by the beach somewhere, so she could fall asleep to the sound of the waves and wake to the light on the water. 
    After the wedding, they’d be going to stay at David’s family’s place south of Kona on the coast, while he and Melia cruised for a few days on a borrowed yacht. Claire could hardly wait to see Nawea Bay. Melia had sent pictures of the lovely guesthouse and the beach.
    Claire’s phone emitted a bluesy riff as she was smoothing her lavender tank over a little black skirt, both from the Nordstrom Rack. She wasn’t sure lavender was her color, but it looked okay with her sun-flushed skin, and she loved the built-in bra. She stepped into her black ballet flats and grabbed her phone.
    Bella fastened on dangly earrings to complement her halter dress, flowered in peach and pink. She looked like a native islander with her slightly tilted eyes and long, glossy, coffee-brown hair.
    Excitement fizzed as Claire saw the name on her phone. She clicked it on. “Melia!”
    “Oh, Claire, I can’t wait to see you.” Melia’s voice choked up. “We’re almost to the hotel.”
    “Okay. See you in the lobby.”
    “Bet she’s crying, isn’t she?” Bella asked. The two of them exchanged a look of incomprehension. Melia had cried when she called to tell them about David, and again when she and he had flown to the mainland to visit, and she asked Claire and Bella to be in their wedding. “I sure hope love doesn’t have that effect on me.”
    “I’m not getting all soppy over a guy anytime soon,” Claire agreed.
    Grace walked into the sitting room, lovely in a pale-blue silk sweater and filmy flowered