For those of you faithful readers who will see this, my most hearty thanks for still reading when this hectic writer gets time to write...

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So back in the lovely island of Hawaii, things were happening.  Well duh you may say.  But really.  Things were happening.  So Micheal was there with Aime and her family.  Which isn't bad...but Aime could have wished for a little time away.  But some other things were happening unbeknownst to many of them.  Jordan decided to go home for a visit.  He had been in Ohio for much too long.  So he also showed up back in Hawaii.

But Micheal was pushing things a bit.  He would not leave Aime alone.  So she did something that she thought would have lost him.  And it almost worked.  Except that she meet Stuart.  StuB.  She decided she needed a little time to think so she took her board down to Waikiki and did a little surfing (and yes, she knows Waikiki is not the place to go to be alone but she was also trying to loose someone from following her).  She got in the water and started doing what she missed everytime she went back to Ohio.  She was heading back out to the breaks when she noticed this guy on the wave, steering straight for her.  She yelled at him to turn but he kept heading straight at her.  So she ditched and got out of his way.  Her thoughts were not very charitable at that moment. 

"Stupid tourists.  Don't get out in the waves if you can't handle them."

"I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to scare you.  But you didn't have to ditch.  I didn't hit you."

Aime turned to see where the voice was coming from.  It was the "stupid tourist". 

"Oh."  She felt a little weird.  "Why were you acting like you were going to decapitate me then?"

"Because I didn't know any other way to get your attention." 

"Oh."  Now she really felt stupid.  "Why did you want my attention?  What's wrong with using words?"

"Um.  That guy was one reason."  And as he said that, he pointed behind Aime.

Turning to what he was pointing at, Aime's eyes told her what her sinking heart had already warned her of.  There was Micheal sitting in the water on a surf board.  Rolling her eyes and sighing, she turned back to him. 

"I'm sorry about that.  I didn't know.  But now that I do, I should probably  go and take care of it."

"Well, it looks like he's coming over here.  Should I leave?"

"No!  Please, really, its ok."  At least that's what she said.  She was thinking something more along the lines of "Great, what do I do now?"

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Elsewhere...

Megan was working a night shift at the Toro Rojo and keeping up with things.  It was a Wednesday night so it wasn't too busy.  But steady.  And of course Jonathon wasn't making things easy either.  He had been coming steadily whenever she was there since Kirby's murder had been solved.  And it wasn't bad...but she didn't care.  But Jonathon knew ways to make girls care. 

"Hello, Megan.  Regular please."

"Jonathon, you don't have a regular."

"Well, in that case, give me a double extra hot soy lite mocha.  No whip."

Megan just turned and did as she had been asked.  When she turned to hand him the drink, he had a single rose waiting.  She had to admit, he was good.  But how good?

Because at the moment, Brett walked into the bar.  Her face brightened a bit.  And of course he came bounding over to the bar.

"Megan!  I haven't see you in so long!"

"I know.  How have you been?"

"Busy.  And trying to get here for a while."

"Well then I'm glad you made it.  What can I do for you?"

"Sobe please."

"Sure.  Just a sec."

As she prepared his drink, he continued, "So how has work been?"

"Good.  Steady but good.  Here's your drink."

"Hey, um, are you busy on Friday night?"

"I don't believe so.  Why?"

"Well, there's a concert in the park and I was wondering if you'd like to go...with me."

"I don't know..."

"C'mon.  Please?  Just this once and you don't have to do it again."

Megan had to laugh.  Even she knew this wasn't true.  What she did know was that Jonathan was sitting right there listening to every word.  So she turned back to Brett and said:

"Sure.  I'd love to."

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Jonathan walked out of the bar and pulled out his cell phone.  He only needed to make one call.  And things would be taken care of.  He would ask Megan out tomorrow for the same time and same day and he would get the girl.  But how remains to be seen...