Having watched from far down the street as Cheyne got into a black truck, Hana and Chase looked at each other, panicked.
"Give me your phone," Hana ordered, holding her hand out expectantly.
Her eyes widened. "Give it to me! We have some calls to make!"
Jason was hesitant to do much of anything at this point. "I'm thinking that the best thing we can do is leave them alone right now. CJ will calm down at some point, realize everything that's happened in the last couple of days, and everything will be okay."
Slapping his arm, Hana reached across him to grab his phone off his belt. As she began digging through his phonebook, she rolled her eyes at him. "Don't use that patronizing tone on me. I have a plan."
"Yes, a plan. Heard of those things before?"
He made an attempt to snatch his phone away, but Hana turned away from him. "I have a plan. What you have can't be more than a few ideas thrown together last minute."
"My plan is much better than your plan," she told him. "Would you like to hear it? I don't need you to make it happen, but if you'd like to help, you're welcome to."
At a loss for words, Jason could only stand there and gawk at her. Finally, he found the words he was looking for. "Umm, no!"
Tossing a scornful glance over her shoulder, Hana laughed at him. "Good one, Jay."
"You're using my phone! Ha! See, you do actually need me!" He was shaking a finger at her, but realized how silly he looked and dropped his hand back to his side. "Don't call me Jay."
"What's your reporter-photographer-whatever friend's name?" she asked.
Scrunching up his nose, Jason thought for a moment. "Ron McDaniels. Why?"
"Okay, dear. Look, here's what needs to happen: Your little reporter friend, Ron, needs to head over to the hotel right away. We need those pictures published in tomorrow's Times."
Before she could make it any further into her plan, she was interrupted by Jason. "Two things, before you continue. One: No! You can't do that. She's wearing Jace's ring, looking like Jace. The plane tickets were booked under Jalen Wyatt, and everyone will think she's Jalen Wyatt. You will ruin Jace's reputation, you'll ruin… everything!" he exclaimed, exasperated.
Hana raised her eyebrows at him, smirking. "And the second thing?"
"How do you know she's back at the Hyatt? That seems like the last place she'd go!"
She offered him a motherly smile and shook her head at him. "She isn't wearing the ring, Jason. You called her Jalen. If I had a twin sister who was married and I had to pretend to be her a lot of the time, and my best friend had called me by her name, I'd throw the ring away! It's time for the world to know that Cheyne exists, and we can do it now. She won't be wearing the ring, so when the tabloids put out pictures of Jalen with a stranger, we'll be able to disprove it and Cheyne will exist. And to address whether or not she'll be at the hotel or not, it's the only familiar place right now. She's not dumb enough to go back to Danny's house; I'm sure they're just headed off to a late lunch in the hotel."
"You can't make that decision for CJ! Or Jace, for that matter. That's something between them. And the explaining that would have to go into fixing that problem…. It's all so much more complicated, Hana," Jason mumbled.
Shaking her head, Hana returned to his phone book. "I don't think it is, Jason. Cheyne will never do this for herself."
"Hana, for the next year, we're going to need CJ to still be Jace."
"And why would that be?" she asked as sarcastically as possible, starting to be irritated with him.
"Because Jace is pregnant again."
Mouth open, Hana whirled around to face him. "What?"
"The show is going to need Cheyne to take Jalen's place in a few months," he said quietly.
Hana was too shocked to do anything. "I don't know what to say. I don't know what to do," she finally whispered.
Shaking his head, Jason grabbed his phone from her. "Nothing. For now, we won't do anything. We just need to think."
Guiltily, Hana met his eyes. "I sent him an e-mail from your phone. I just sent it, right now, while we were talking."
This time around, Jason was speechless. He tried to form words, but nothing seemed to come out. His first thought was to punch a brick wall, but he could see none available. In his anger and frustration, the only thing available to him was his phone, which he immediately slammed down in the middle of the road, promptly stomping his foot on it after it met the pavement.
"What are you doing?" Hana cried. "That's the only way for you to get in touch with him!"
Realizing how right she was, Jason picked up his battered phone, pressing the power button repeatedly in an effort to turn it on. Nothing happened. "Verizon. Do you have a Verizon store around here?"
"South shore, in Lihue. Where you flew in."
At the same moment, they bolted for her house. Hana grabbed her purse, fumbling for her keys, but Jason managed to pull his out first.
"Got it!" he called, running out to the car, Hana on his heels. They jumped in the rental car, and before either of them had even closed their doors, he had turned the car on and was backing down the driveway.
Hana barked directions at him, and they made it down to the south shore in under an hour.
Pulling into a parking space, Jason couldn't believe the time it had taken them to get there. "I'm surprised I didn't get pulled over," he told her. "Driving like that in L.A. would have gotten me at least three tickets." He turned the car off, shaking his head. "Especially with those narrow roads and the bridges and everything. Don't ever let me drive like that again."
"Cops are different here. I'd be surprised to ever hear about a tourist getting a traffic ticket. It hurts tourism. If you were littering, you'd certainly get one. People love the island, and polluting it is the biggest crime anyone here can think of. Crazy-driving tourists are just to be expected."
They were jogging to the Verizon store, and made it inside as Hana finished her sentence. Jason stalked quickly to the counter of the empty store and held up his broken phone.
"I need this phone as quickly as possible, all the information transferred."
"What's the wireless number?" The man behind the counter looked to be in his early thirties, devoted to his mediocre job as store manager, as his nametag proclaimed him to be.
Jason dictated the number slowly as the man typed it in.
"What name is the account under?"
Irritated, Jason gave him his name.
"Can I have the last four digits of your social, please?" From behind the counter, a door opened and a woman slipped out, glanced at the manager and then at Jason and Hana. Her eyes flew back to Jason, growing bigger, and she grabbed her manager's arm and whispered something into his ear.
It didn't take much thought to figure out what she might be saying, and Jason couldn't help but groan inwardly. The last thing he needed right then was to sign autographs and make small talk with fans. "It's actually a tax ID number," he told the manager, interrupting what the girl was saying. "The number is 4399."
Inputting the number into the computer, the manager seemed to take forever to get down to business.
"You have a tax ID number?" Hana asked her companion. "What for?"
"You don't?" replied Jason. "I'm incorporated, a business. My phone is a business expense."
Hana pouted. "So is mine."
"I'm sure it is. Once we pick up my lovely best friend and resolve this whole problem, I'll help you set up all of that stuff. How does that sound?"
Before Hana could answer, the manager interrupted. "All righty, Mr. Callaway, you said you needed a new phone?"
"Yes, the same one, please," Jason responded curtly.
"Thanks, Jason, that would be great," Hana told him.
The manager cleared his throat. "Now, we do still carry that model, but the upgraded version of it just came in two days ago. It's not available yet to our… normal customers, but we'd be happy to give it to you for the price of the replacement phone."
"Actually," the woman jumped in, "it says here on the account that you have insurance on your phone. Would you like that? We can give you a number to call for that, and your phone will usually arrive within two business days."
Trying desperately not to yell at them, Jason smiled. "Thank you both, but the same phone will be fine. It's sort of an emergency."
"Of course," the manager said, nudging aside his associate. "Stacy, why don't you go get that from the back?"
As she disappeared through the same door she'd emerged from, Jason leaned against the counter, praying that she would return speedily.
"I'm sure he hasn't checked his e-mail," Hana whispered, trying to reassure him. "I mean, it's been an hour, hour and a half. We'll just give him a call as soon as your phone is working again, and I'm sure things can be straightened out."
Jason sighed and smiled at her. "You're probably right. I'm just worried about how this could end up hurting J."
Returning from the backroom, Stacy held out the box to her manager.
Between the two of them, it took another fifteen minutes to get the information transferred and the new phone activated.
"Thank you so much for your help," Jason said as they prepared to leave.
"Oh, no, thank you for coming in! Your welcome back any time you break your phone," Stacy told him, smiling absurdly.
Back in the car, Hana did her best impression of the woman, saying, "Jason Callaway, you're so handsome. I'll break your phone any day!" while fluttering her eyelids at him.
Jason laughed as he backed out of the space. "Well, thanks Stacy, but I'm dating this great girl right now who is probably pretty capable of breaking my phone if I ever need that again."
"Aww," Hana said with a little laugh, "I know I could break your phone. But you do it so well, I'll leave it to you."
With a grimace, Jason turned to her. "Thanks. So how do I get to the Hyatt, where you're sure CJ and Danny are?"
On the half hour drive to the hotel, Jason repeatedly made attempts to contact Ron, the reporter, unable to get in tough with him.
"I'm sure that just means that he hasn't checked his phone at all," Hana said in a comforting voice.
"Right," Jason agreed halfheartedly, hoping it was true.
At the hotel, Jason again jumped out of the Jeep, tossing the keys to the valet and pressing a bill into his hand, not having the time to thank him. "How do we get to the hotel restaurant?" he asked Hana, stopping short in the lobby once he realized he didn't know where to go.
"This way," Hana directed, grabbing his arm and leading him to the beach side of the grand hotel.
The winding paths of the Hyatt were not conducive to a fast-paced search of the place, and even though Hana had often dined at the Hyatt's finest restaurant, she had a hard time navigating her way around the koi ponds and swimming pools to the restaurant.
Finally, they reached their destination and rushed into the open restaurant, searching for a hostess. One almost ran into them, and Hana grabbed her, noticing that they were about the same age. "Have you seen Jalen Wyatt around here?" she asked. "We really need to see her."
The girl looked between Hana and Jason, obviously recognizing the male counterpart to Jalen Wyatt, and nodded. "We're not supposed to let non-dinging guests in here, but I'm sure she'd want to see you," she spoke to Jason, leading them through the restaurant.
At some point, Jason realized that the entire place was built on top of a giant koi pond, and that the gold and white fish could be seen from nearly every table. Making a mental note as they passed through, he decided to eat there before his vacation ended.
Stopping short, the hostess pointed. "That's her table. I don't know who the man with her is, but I'm sure that's the table."
The back of Danny's head seemed to be blocking their view of Cheyne, but Jason was assured by the hostess's promise. "Thank you so much," he told her genuinely.
Once she'd left, he and Hana looked around. "I don't see anyone with a camera," Hana offered after a while.
"Yeah," Jason cautiously agreed. "Everything seems to be okay."
"Should we try to talk to her?" Hana asked.
Jason had just been asking himself the same question. Completely torn between guarding her against any crazy fans or stray reporters who might accidentally wander into the restaurant and leaving her to her own business, he found that he couldn't make a decision.
Clearing her throat, Hana made a suggestion. "Why don't we ask for a table close enough to them that we can see in case your friend comes by, but far enough away that they won't notice us?"
"Brilliant!" Jason told her, squeezing her hand momentarily. "Wait here. I'll go talk to that hostess."
A few minutes later, the hostess returned with Jason, holding two menus. "I can sit you right over here," she told them, motioning to a waterside table, where they would have a clear view of any goings-on and Cheyne and Danny's table.
"Thank you so much," Hana told her with a smile as the two sat down.
Only a moment later, a man emerged, offering them water. "Bottled, or from the pitcher?" he asked them, holding out his steel pitcher of water.
"That's fine," Jason directed. "Thank you."
He and Hana were so intent on watching Danny and Cheyne, wishing that they could hear the conversation, that they didn't hear their waitress approach.
"Hi, how are you this evening?" she asked, pushing her glasses up on her head. "My name is Doris and I'll be serving you tonight. Can I start you off with some drinks, or do you have any questions about our menu?"
With a graceful smile, Hana handed her the menus. "Actually, we'll both have the prime rib, and we should be fine with water."
"Okay, thank you. I'll be back to check on you two in a minute."
"The prime rib here is the best in the world," Hana whispered conspiratorially to Jason. "You'll love it."
In response, Jason smiled, and the two of them went back to observing his roommate. But inside, Jason was thinking to himself how beautiful Hana looked in the light of the setting sun, and how sexy it was that she'd just ordered for the both of them. He could hardly concentrate on anything but the fact that she was sitting beside him until, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ron McDaniels.
"That's him," he said in a low voice, pointing to a man in his forties, wearing a 'Dive Kaua'i' baseball cap and a pair of black-rimmed glasses. Most noticeable was the Nikon camera hanging around his neck.
"What should we do?" Hana wanted to know.
"I'm going to call him again," Jason replied, pulling his phone out even as he spoke. Dialing Ron's number once more, he watched the man, hoping he'd answer.
They couple observed as he dug his phone from his side pocket, glancing at the caller ID before pushing a button to answer the phone. "Hey, Jason!" the man exclaimed, though his hushed voice would have indicated where he was, even if they hadn't been watching him. "I was going to call you in a bit to thank you for the tip. I really appreciate it."
"About that," Jason began, "I really need for you to not take those pictures. This is a lot more complicated than I can explain to you, but that woman is not Jalen Wyatt."
Hana watched as the man laughed. "No way, Jason. I'm looking at her right now, and I know what Jalen Wyatt looks like. Besides, even if I wanted to stop, I already called my editor and told him that I was here. She expects these pictures and a story e-mailed to her by the end of the night. It's too late to get it into tomorrow morning's edition, but she'll get it online and circulate it within the AP."
"No, Ron, you can't do that. I really need for this to not get around. I guarantee that she is not Jalen Wyatt, I will pay you to walk away right now, but you have to do me this favor." The desperation Jason felt inside was beginning to come out in his voice.
The man laughed again. "No can do, my friend. I have just about all I need. I'm about to leave, but I am looking for one last shot…."
"Ron, I'll give you a better story. Look beyond the woman you think is Jalen. You will see me."
Jason could tell that the old man was straining to see him. "Hold on, I need to set down the phone for a second," he told Jason. Using his lens, he was able to find the table Jason and Hana were at.
He picked the phone up again. "I didn't know you were in town," he said. "Your message didn't say anything about that."
"Look, did you see the girl I'm with?" Jason asked.
Ron nodded, and then, unsure if they were able to see him, spoke into the phone. "Yes."
"That's Hana Abbott, the writer. Think of the story you could write, Ron. Esteemed writer Hana Abbott, an inhabitant of Kaua'i's North Shore, meeting her secret beau on South Shore's Hyatt, the Tide Pools restaurant. We'll play to your camera, Ron."
Beside him, Hana whispered, "Beau?" and offered an incredulous look, but Jason ignored her, watching Ron weigh his camera in his hands, obviously pondering what could be done with such a story.
"Is it true?" he asked finally.
"Halfway," Jason said. "A lot more true than if you were to report that the woman you've photographed is Jalen Wyatt."
"I don't know, Jason. It doesn't really matter who she actually is. It's just who she appears to be, and I've got a good enough story to go on."
"I promise this will be better," Jason said. "No one will ever get the article I'm giving you right now."
"Well," the reporter considered, "you are very secretive. It would be worth a lot. I guess I could tell her that Jalen was gone, but that you were here."
Sighing with relief, Jason hugged Hana, rubbing her arm. "Yes, that's a good idea. You should definitely do that."
"Okay, Jason. I will. Just pretend that I'm not here. I'll call you when I leave. But give me good stuff to work with, okay?"
"You've got it, Ron!" Jason quickly ended the call and slipped his phone into his back pocket. Beside him, Hana looked up expectantly. "We're going to have our dinner and play for his camera, and the story is going to be about us, not her," he said, hoping that she wouldn't object.
With a shrug of her shoulders, Hana dismissed it. "So basically, act natural?"
"Yeah. Pretend it's just us," he told her.
"That shouldn't be too hard," she smiled.
He couldn't help but return her grin. "No, it shouldn't." He leaned over briefly to kiss her forehead, wishing that the camera wasn't trained on them at that moment.
Hana blushed, trying to think of something to say. "I wasn't expecting such an expensive date so soon," she said playfully.
"Expensive?" Jason raised an eyebrow. "I don't really know how much the place costs, but I guarantee, my dear, that you do not know expensive until you've dined at Chez Ricard, my favorite L.A. restaurant."
Shaking her head, Hana's smile disappeared. "We live different sort of lives from the rest of the world, don't we?"
"I don't know," he said honestly. "Maybe. Maybe not. Sometimes, certainly. I try to be normal. I have my normal house and my normal friends. I shop at the mall, not on Rodeo Drive. I go to movies and I visit my parents. Every few months, I consider buying a puppy. I'm normal. The world just sees my job as spectacular, for some reason."
"Well, I'm more normal than you, to be sure," Hana said. "At least I don't have to worry about being recognized everywhere I go. I make my own hours. I can go wherever I want and still be able to work."
Jason laughed, interrupting her. "If you're trying to make a case for normalcy, you aren't doing very well," he admitted to her. "Most people would kill to make their own hours, to be able to travel halfway around the world and still be able to get work done. Neither of us are normal. You're right. But we can try our hardest to be."
"What do you do for fun?" she asked.
A half smile appeared on his face. "Oh, I don't know. Not a lot. I'm really a homebody. CJ and I usually stay home together, watch a movie. If she's out with Chase, I usually stay home and do dishes. I like eating out, trying all sorts of restaurants, fast food to five star. I don't really watch TV, but I love movies. I like to go to the mall and play with the puppies in the pet store. Sometimes I read, sometimes I study."
"Study?" she questioned, having found this the most unexpected thing he said.
"Yeah. I love to learn. I buy books from university bookstores and read them for fun. Anything I can learn about the world is fascinating." He paused, trying to think of a better way to explain it. "It's fascinating, all of it. I never really liked school very much because I've always wanted to be an actor. But I love learning, love absorbing information. I just hate being tested on it, having to answer questions about it. I want to learn at my own pace."
Hana was pleasantly surprised, and admitted so. "It's not that I thought you were stupid," she told him, "but I just wouldn't have guessed you for the self-taught sort. What are you learning about now?"
"I've been reading some books on the Civil War and on Lincoln, but what's most interesting right now is the physics book I'm reading."
"Physics?" she was shocked. "You're teaching yourself physics?"
Shrugging, he looked away, down at the fish beneath them. "Yeah, well, I always wanted to learn it. Might as well, right?"
"Jason, you must be a super genius! Do you know how smart you have to be to get that stuff, especially teaching it to yourself?" She couldn't believe what she was hearing, though at the same time, if anyone she knew was that smart, she figured it would be Jason.
"How about you?" he asked, changing the subject. "What do you like to do for fun?"
She grinned, allowing the conversation to move on. "I read everything I can get my hands on. I have my own library, and I'm constantly ordering more books. Actually, the house in Burbank has an actual library, which is why I bought it. I've managed to fill it top to bottom with books, except for the little window seat, of course. But the overflow comes here, and whenever I run out of room here, I send a box of books home and Keris sends another back."
"Keris is your sister?" Jason asked.
When she didn't offer anymore information, Jason questioned the wisdom of asking her more, but went ahead with it anyway. "Didn't you say she's married?"
With a sigh, Hana shook her head. "Yeah, she's married. Got married when she was seventeen. Too young. She ran away from my mom, and I was the only person she could think to run to. So she lived with me, and eventually she and Adam got married…." Trailing off, she looked nervously at him.
"What?" he asked, but before she could answer, Cheyne took the seat across from him, while Danny remained standing behind her. All four of their faces were in perfect view of Ron's camera.
"Well, hey there, best friend," Cheyne sarcastically said, banging her hand on the top of the table. "Fancy seeing you here. I wonder, is it just coincidence?"
Grimacing inwardly, Jason offered her a smile. "Hey, Ceej. Hi, Danny. How've you been, man?"
Danny shook his hand and grinned. "It's been a while. You still on that show with Jace?"
"Yeah. We're filming the next season right now," Jason told him.
Flinging a hand in the air, Cheyne waved it around. "Umm, hello? I'm right here. How about we talk, seeing as how our last encounter was less than pleasant?"
Jason grabbed the flailing hand, bringing it back down to the table. "Cheyne, darling, Hana and I are on a date. I love you to death, but I didn't come here to reconcile things with you. You know that tonight, I'll get back here and you'll be working on something businessy, and we'll have lots of time to talk it all out, but for now, can I have a little time with Hana?"
Cheyne met Hana's eyes, immediately feeling guilty for her behavior earlier that afternoon as well as in that moment. "I'm sorry," she told Hana, then shifting her eyes to Jason. "Sorry, Jason. I'll wait up for you. We definitely need to talk. You were right. You're always right…. Do you ever get sick of being right?" she asked him, getting off track.
Just smiling at her, Jason waited.
"Right," she said, standing. "We'll leave you two alone."
Jason stood, too, and walked around Hana's chair to hug her. "I love you Ceej. I don't want to see you hurt. I honestly am looking out for you."
"I know," Cheyne said with a sigh, getting a little teary-eyed. "I don't know why I went so psycho."
With a laugh, Jason pulled back, keeping his arms halfway around her. "I do. You just broke up with the love of your life."
"Yeah. That," she responded, feeling sheepish. "I'll see you later tonight, okay?"
"Sounds good," he told her, kissing her cheek. Stepping toward Danny, the two hugged quickly before Jason and Hana were left alone once more. Jason returned to his seat, not really sure whether to pick up the conversation where they'd left off, or move on to something else.
Hana cleared her throat. "You should probably call Ron and ask him not to put any pictures of the four of us in his story," she told him.
"Right," Jason said. His phone came out again, and he quickly called the man who'd created such a nightmare for him. "Hi, Ron, how's it going?" he asked, not bothering to put any life into his voice.
"Good, good!" the man enthused. "I really like the shots of you and Jalen together."
"I'd really appreciate if those didn't end up in your story, Ron," Jason said.
"Oh, right. Of course. I understand."
Sighing with relief, Jason managed to smile in the man's direction. "Thank you, Ron," he said before hanging up.
"What an eventful night!" Hana exclaimed, grinning at him. "And it's only just begun."
As if on cue, their prime rib arrived, and Jason realized how hungry he was.
A/N: Whoa! Long chapter. I'm a little worried about that Ron guy.... He's freaking shady. Anyway, at least things are starting to get a little more settled. And there was lots of Jason/Hana stuff for all you Jason/Hana lovers. :o) Which includes me. I didn't mean for this chapter to be so long, but, hey, here it is. As a side note, I made a few changes in the last two chapters, and for those who don't want to go back and reread, I'll let you know what they are. Mostly, it was some spelling and grammar stuff (sometimes I'm amazed and grossed out by the errors I make... though most of my stuff is written at 2:00 am, so I have a small excuse), but there were also some changes made to the area that Cheyne and Jason are staying in. Before, everything was happening on the North Shore (except where their plane landed), and now I've adjusted it to be like this: Hana lives in Hanalei, which didn't change. The Hyatt, where Jason and Cheyne are staying, is located South Shore (as it is in real life), and just sort of an FYI sort of thing, it can take an hour to an hour and a half to get between the two (usually on the longer side of that scale), depending on traffic. I realize that, geographically, this probably makes no sense to most or all of you, but if you have any questions, let me know. I'll try to explain better. Kaua'i is like my second home, so it's as familiar to me as SoCal. Responses to my lovely four, and then another quick note at the end.
Luluu: Sorry to keep you waiting so long for that last update! If it's any consolation, I do feel very badly. And, I was depriving myself of the story as much as you guys. I love these characters. They're so much a part of me. I'm glad you liked the chapter. Hope this update came soon enough for you.
Tinsley: Thanks for reading, and for adding this to your favorite stories! I'm so honored, and I love to hear when people think that highly of stuff I write. I hope that you enjoed the rest, as well as this chapter! Let me know how you're enjoying it!
Emmy: Yeah, Anna is really great. I actually got to see her about a week ago at the Orange County Fair in Costa Mesa. She's a friend of a friend (two of the guys in a band I work with used to be in a band called Uphoria with her) and she's the sweetest, most down to earth person in the world. Completely great. It's always nice to have a great musician with great lyrics, who happens to be great herself. I truly love her. I hope you enjoyed the rest of the story, up to this point! I love Hana, and I'm really excited to have such a fun, bubbly character on board. Not that I don't love... well, every single other character I've written to date, but there's just something so special about her. As for not having read The Adventures of CJ and Jace, I highly recommend it, at least to get the background story on this one. I try to explain things as much as possible for people like you who haven't read it, but there are just a lot of things that aren't going to make sense, including some things that Chase says when he comes back into the story. Thanks for taking the time to read and review! I really, really appreciate it!
Jekodama: Out of fear for Phil, I worked on this day and night.... Okay, okay. Not day and night. I was working on it yesterday, but got interrupted, and then today I went on a 17 mile kayak trip. So I got back and was exhausted, but I couldn't not write. I'm so into Hana right now. I'm totally glad that you identify with her! She's one of my all time favorite characters! It's been so much fun getting to know her better as the story progresses! Go easy on Cheyne, though. She's pretty mixed up right now. Everything will be explained next chapter about the dinner that she and Danny had, and a whole lot more. Should be eventful.
I'm hoping to have the next chapter up Thursday. Tomorrow,which is actually already today, my best friend and his family are flying in to meet us here on Kaua'i (it's actually pure coincidence that the story is going on here at the same time I'm here--though I'm not staying at the Hyatt, sadly) and I'm not sure how much time I'll put into this for the next two or three days, since he'll be here, with his(/my) nephew and his(/my) parents.... Anyway, what I really wanted to say was... I was going to have this chapter up yesterday, but my little brother got engaged yesterday morning! So I was distracted all day and I couldn't write, but I'm in a really romantic mood because of it all, so we'll see what comes of that in writing this.
I'm going to bed. It's 4:12 am Cali time, 1:12 am Hawai'i time, and I'm exhausted. Aloha, friends! -Mack