AllFreeNovel
Share Us
My throat constricts as the light feather strokes of his fingers brush across my skin.
“You know,” he says. “I’m pretty sure Spontaneous Meg would laugh this whole thing off.”
“You think?” I say, because he is Yoda and I’m just a dumb ol’ beginner Jedi.
“For sure.”
18
Meg
So, I laugh. At least I try really really hard to laugh. It comes out a little more like a dying chipmunk. But then, you can’t shake all the sensible organization from a girl in one night. I’m trying though, because something Kal has said is hitting me harder than he realizes.
Spontaneous Meg.
Why not?
Why can’t I be Spontaneous Meg? My college friend dumped her cheating fiancé, took off for Disneyland, and found someone new all in a matter of days. Why can’t I be spontaneous too?
My own mother had no confidence that I’d ever come here. But why not?
Why can’t I be organized, responsible, and spontaneous at times?
No one knows me here—I can be anything I want.
You don’t get a fresher start than Hawaii all by your lonesome.
“So, S.M., what now? Back to the resort?”
“S.M.?” I say, my mind coming back to the present.
“Spontaneous Meg.”
I lift my brows in realization. “Aw.” S.M., I don’t hate it. No one back home would have a clue what it stands for, and something about that makes me love it.
“The hotel?”
My brain races back to a magical, spontaneous land, a place I never go. I peer up at the Samoan-god-like creature next to me. “Kalani Jex, I’ve met your mother, your aunties, and one of your sisters. I’m banking on you being a decent human being.”
“I’m fairly dec—”
“I’m also banking on your all-fun-all-the-time attitude.”
“Okay…” he says, slow and low, not following a word I’m saying.
I swallow past my sandpaper tongue, tension pricking at every one of my nerve endings. “I want you to be my vacation guide.”
“What about rule number three?”
“You say that as if we didn’t completely bulldoze rules one and two.” I set one hand to my hip, feeling the tug of my lavalava around my neck. I drop my arm, though the thing seems sturdy and in place now.
Even Spontaneous Meg would like to keep her dress on.
Still, Kal stares at me as if we aren’t speaking the same language.
“Come on, Kal. You’ve convinced me. I want to be Spontaneous Meg—at least for the next five days. But I’ll need some help.” I wait, and when he doesn’t answer right away, I moan. “It’s not as if you have other pressing plans. Other than surfing and beach bumming. Right?” Total guess. The man could have plans…but I’m counting on him not having anything at all this week.
He shoves his hands into his pockets, rocking on his heels once. “Whatever I say goes?” His chocolate brown eyes lock on mine with the question.
