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away, leave her standing in the middle of the beach. He only kicked off his brown flip-flops, and then stooped to pick them up. “That’s going to take some getting used to. You want to take off those sandals?”
    “That’s it?”
    “You can take your top off if you want.”
    “No.” Heat crawled up her neck. “No, I meant about me giving you a fake name.”
    His smile told her that he’d been teasing again. She seriously needed to loosen up.
    “You were being cautious.” He shrugged. “I get it… Lindsey.” He said her name slowly, as if trying it out. “I like Lindsey. It suits you.”
    “Good.” She felt better…except for her feet. The sand lodged between her arches and sandals felt gritty and uncomfortable. She slipped the sandals off before they continued down the beach.
    “Are you going to tell me your last name?” He playfully bumped her shoulder with his. “Or do you want to wait and see how the day goes?”
    “Not a bad idea.”
    A faint smile lifted the corners of his mouth. “Mine is Granger.”
    She had to give him points for not reacting badly to the fake name. “Shaw.” But she wouldn’t give him her room number yet. “When did you get here?”
    “The end of November.”
    “I meant Hawaii.”
    “I know.” He jerked his chin toward a hotel bordering the beach and guided her in that direction. “I have a house here.”
    “In Waikiki?”
    “The other side of the island. On the North Shore.”
    She shook her head, totally confused. She knew he’d gone to school in Southern California, and that he was from Michigan. “When did you move here?”
    “I didn’t.” He shaded his eyes and gazed out over the ocean, briefly focusing on a couple of bodysurfers. “I’m only here part-time. This is it,” he said, gesturing.
    The bar was little more than a grass hut without walls. She’d seen it from a distance and thought it was a concession that rented out surfboards and canoes. But there were shelves of liquor in the center, surrounded by a wooden bar and wooden stools. Inside the circle, a big man wearing a yellow Hawaiian shirt garnished frothy drinks with pineapple wedges and cherries.
    The bartender looked up when they slid onto stools facing the water, and a grin softened his craggy features. “Hey, Rick, long time no see. What you doin’ on this side of da island, bruddah?”
    “Slumming.”
    The man chuckled, leaned closer as he picked up the glasses. “You right about that,” he said in a discreet voice, giving Lindsey a quick wink before carrying the order to the customers sitting at the other end of the bar.
    “Slumming?” Lindsey repeated.
    Rick swiveled around to face her, his legs spread, effectively trapping her. “Not you. It’s a tourist thing.”
    “I’m a tourist.”
    He picked up a lock of her hair and rubbed it between his fingers in a surprisingly intimate gesture. “I can’t believe you’re here,” he murmured.
    “I figured you’d have forgotten about me by the next day.”
    He let go of her hair, met her gaze. “Why did you disappear without waking me up?”
    Lindsey tensed, unprepared to explain herself, unwilling to admit that he’d frightened her by making her feel things she’d never dreamed possible. “I woke up late. I didn’t want to miss my plane, and I honestly didn’t think it mattered. You knew I was leaving.”
    He studied her a minute, then shrugged. “I figured it was something like that.” He swiveled back around just as the bartender approached. “When did you start working here? I thought you were at the Hyatt.”
    “I’m workin’ two jobs. Gotta pay da bills, bruddah.”
    “Yeah, I hear you,” Rick said, and the older man’s brown eyes glinted with amusement she didn’t quite understand. “This is Lindsey, Keoni.”
    Keoni acknowledged her with a nod. “What can I get you?” he asked, and then said to Rick, “Beer for you, I know.”
    Lindsey thought for a moment. “That sounds good.”
    Rick’s brows