Chapter 187

The flight to Kauai was roughly six hours, so we’d be on the ground about lunch time in Hawaii.

Rita glided around the plane, taking in every last detail of thoughtful luxury. But both of us had our attention drawn to the bar. It was unavoidable. It was huge and stocked to the brim with some of our favorites. I had Christy to thank for that. She was doing this as a favor to me, but she was also being paid handsomely.

"God, what should we start with?" Rita said, gushing over the selection of wine.

There were too many good things to sample, even on a six-hour flight.

"Champagne?" I suggested.

"Is that boring?" Rita asked. "We always drink Champagne."

"But we don’t always drink Dom rosé," I said, holding up the distinctive, fat bottle with its shimmering and seductive pink-and-black label.

"I can’t say no to that," Rita said.

I paused briefly and smiled at her. Her two-button ten