Beth's gaze snapped to mine; her eyes narrowed.
"Not because I wouldn't want to sleep with you. I mean, I think we can both say it was… fantastic." If only I could remember just how fantastic. Kill me now.
"Up you go!" The captain grabbed Beth and hoisted her onto the dock. "Just keep walking straight until you reach the main lobby."
The minute I followed suit and stepped onto the deck, the captain grabbed me and whispered, "Keiki, keiki, keiki."
Was he saying kinky or keiki?
"What the hell are you doing?" I pushed him away.
"Cursed." The captain slapped my back a few times then tugged my ear.
Swear, I almost kneed him in t
he nuts.
"Keiki, you have keiki, and you'll be happy for all eternity. Six days." He smiled. "For six days you will be cursed with her scent, her laugh, her walk, her smile. If, at the end of the six days you decide to walk away, the curse be broken, and you not feel pain from her parting. If you choose her as your mate, you be blessed."
My mouth dropped open. "Are you high?"
"Keiki." The captain nodded and slapped my back again. "Good luck, my friend. Aloha." He put a large necklace over my neck and kissed my cheek.
I reared back, ready to push him into the ocean when Beth yelled my name. The breeze picked up as I turned to face her.
And my heart froze in my chest.
Her green eyes were glowing in the moonlight. My body reacted like she was my universe, it was as if everything around me faded and all I saw was green.
Green eyes.
Beautiful eyes.
The wind picked up again as the smell of coconut floated through the air. I could taste it on my tongue. Hell, I could taste her. Damn, I wanted her. I wanted her so bad that my body was having trouble functioning.
Shit! The man, the beads, the curse. I turned to yell at him for putting his voodoo crap on me, but the boat was already gone.
When I turned back around, Beth was smiling.
And I knew.
She would pull.
I would fall.
And in the end I would walk away.
Because she deserved better, and I didn't believe in second chances, even when it came to the one who got away.
Chapter Eleven
"We don't have alcohol on the premises." The agent rubbed his forehead again and groaned. "And even if we did, I'd use it before I'd give it to you."
"Well, that's rude." Grandma sniffed.
"Can you help me at all? Can you give me anything? Any information?"
"Yes." Grandma sighed. "I suppose I can, but it will cost you."