One Kiss In... Hawaii. Jill Monroe

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      “It wouldn’t hurt to see what’s available,” Shelby said.

      “I suppose not.” Lindsey set down her glass, not looking at all convinced. In fact, she stared at Mia as if she were a traitor. “But we’d have to set a budget first. A firm budget.”

      Mia nodded in agreement. The whole thing was ridiculous, and even if they did stay at their current jobs a bit longer, a Hawaiian vacation was pretty extravagant for three women who were about to give up their incomes and live on hope and dreams until they got their feet planted again. It shocked her that she’d even thought of it, let alone was actually considering such a crazy thing. She was normally far more sensible, for God’s sake.

      But damn it, she’d worked hard for the past six years, first in law school and then at Pearson and Stern. She deserved the break, and right now, with the cold March air whipping around outside, Hawaii sounded like a slice of heaven.

      “You know what would be really cool?” Shelby’s eyes lit up as she leaned forward. “Remember those three guys we met at that party on our last day on Waikiki beach?”

      “Uh, yeah,” Mia said. “Smokin’ hot.”

      Lindsey stiffened. “What about them?”

      “What if we could get them to meet us?” Grinning, Shelby darted a mischievous look between them. “In Hawaii.”

      “How would we do that? We don’t even know their last names.” Mia snorted. “Not to mention they’re probably married or in prison.”

      Shelby gave Mia a look, then ignored her completely. “We know what university they went to, so we use Facebook.”

      “Huh.” Mia thought for a moment. “We could send a message to the alumni group. It couldn’t hurt.”

      “But they’ll have to have signed up as alumni to get the message.” Lindsey didn’t seem thrilled.

      Shelby shrugged. “Lots of people do. I have, haven’t you?”

      Mia shook her head. “Look, they answer, they don’t, so what? It’s Waikiki. We’re bound to meet some gorgeous surfers who’ll be ready to party,” she said, warming to the idea.

      “I like it.” Shelby dug in her purse and produced a pen. “Anybody have a piece of paper or a dry napkin?”

      Mia pulled her day planner out of her leather tote and tore off a used page. “Here.”

      “Oh, my God, they still have those things around. Why don’t you use your BlackBerry?” Shelby found a clean spot on the table and started writing.

      “I do both,” Mia said, and glanced at Lindsey, who understood about being careful. She did not look happy.

      “Okay, how about something like this…” Shelby squinted as if she were having trouble reading her own writing, which was awful. No one could ever read it but her. “Here we go—‘Remember spring break? Mia, Lindsey and Shelby will be at the Seabreeze Hotel during the week of whatever. Come if you dare. You know who you are.’”

      “Not bad, but we’ll have to be more specific.” Mia did a quick mental calculation. ‘Remember Spring Break 2004.’”

      “Right.” Shelby scribbled in the correction. “Lindsey, what do you think?”

      She shoved a hand through her blond hair and exhaled a shaky breath. It was dim in the bar, but Mia could see she was blushing. “I think you’ll have to change Lindsey to Jill.”

      Shelby blinked. “You didn’t give him your real name?”

      With a guilty smile, Lindsey shook her head.

      Mia and Shelby exchanged glances, and burst out laughing.

      DAVID PEARSON PASSED Mia’s empty office on his way to the conference room where he’d been summoned by his father and uncle.

      He still couldn’t believe she was gone. The day she’d handed him her letter of resignation had been a shock. Now, two weeks and three days later, he still couldn’t come to grips with Mia no longer being with the firm. That she wouldn’t be stepping off the elevator each morning, early, before anyone but himself had arrived at the office, her green eyes still sleepy, her shoulder-length dark hair still down and damp. By eight, she’d have drunk three cups of coffee—no cream, a little sugar—and pulled her now dry hair back into a tidy French twist. He’d known her routine and habits almost as well as he knew his own.

      “Good morning, Mr. Pearson.”

      He looked blankly at the receptionist. Only then did he realize he’d stopped and had been staring at the plant Mia had left behind that was sitting near her office door. He silently cleared his throat. “Good morning, Laura.”

      Smiling, the pretty young blonde continued toward the break room with a mug in her hand.

      “Laura.”

      “Yes?” she said, turning back to him.

      “Will Mia be picking up this plant?”

      She blinked. “I don’t know. I don’t think so.”

      “Well, something has to be done with it,” he said more gruffly than he intended. He never got involved in such petty matters. Even more annoying was the unexpected hope that he’d see her again. “Either have it sent to her or if she doesn’t want it, let someone take it.”

      “Mia’s going to Hawaii. I’ll keep it watered for now.”

      “Hawaii?” His chest tightened. “She’s moving?”

      “I bet she wishes.” Laura grinned. “According to Lily, she’ll be gone for a week.”

      “When is she leaving?”

      The curiosity gleaming in the young woman’s eyes brought him to his senses.

      “Never mind.” He shifted the file folders he’d been holding and started again toward the conference room. “Just do something with the plant.”

      “In a couple of days,” Laura called after him. “She’s leaving in a couple of days…I think.”

      David didn’t respond, but kept walking. What the hell was wrong with him? It was none of his business what Mia did. She’d quit. Thanked him for the opportunity to have been part of the firm, told him she would be pursuing other endeavors, and that was it. He hadn’t tried to talk her into staying. She was a damn good attorney, and he should have. But mostly he’d been too stunned.

      The conference-room door was closed, and he knocked briefly before letting himself in. At one end of the long polished mahogany table sat his father, his uncle Harrison and Peter, one of the equity partners. Odd enough that his father would be in the office instead of on the golf course on a Friday, but all three men looked grim.

      “Good morning, gentlemen.”

      “David.” Peter nodded.

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