“Where do you want all these flowers, Kaitlyn?” Cal called from the tailgate of his truck. He and Lance were loaded down with more cast-off wedding decorations.

Sasha had dug deeper into her mother’s storage building and found a luau themed wedding box. I only wished I had time to snap a picture of the guys in their cowboy hats and tropical flowers.

“Can you guys drape them on the edges of the pool fence?” I was trying to help the DJ with the sound system. I pointed to the entrance gate to the pool.

“We’re not decorators, but we’ll give it a try.” Cal clumsily started twisting the purple and orange silk flowers along the railing.

Sasha was in a deep conversation with Hank about the food. We were keeping it simple with some barbecue and an assortment of finger foods. People weren’t really coming for the food, but it wouldn’t be a true luau without a roasted pig on the menu.

I had put everything on my credit card—a minor detailed I hadn’t yet discussed with Cole. I told him I would take care of everything and it wasn’t important enough to bother him with deposit funds. Hank was floating us the kegs until I could pay him back after the luau.

I watched my new friends scurrying around, putting the finishing touches on the party. The Dune Scape guests had already started emerging from their rooms. We had been able to corral them on the beach most of the day, but now that the DJ had arrived, they were ready to be a part of the action. I didn’t have much time before the other vacationers.

“Sasha, I’m going to get changed and I’ll be right back. Do you have everything under control?” My question was mostly rhetorical.

“I could throw a wedding in my sleep—it’s hereditary.” She laughed and I thought I saw a look of panic flash across Cal’s face. “Go get ready. We’ve got this.”

“You’re the best. Oh, and can you light the tiki torches?” I noticed there were twenty more in place than when we started setting up.

“Yes, ma’am. Go.” She shooed me with her hand.

I hugged her and jogged to the beach house. The day in the sun had created more than one perspiration stain on my shirt, and I was ready to change into something more girly.

Cole had given me a sliver of the sliding closet. I didn’t have much, so it was one time when a little closet space was more than enough. I pulled the dress I had chosen for the luau from the garment bag and held it up. Shower first, then dress I reminded myself. I didn’t want any traces of the day’s clean up and party prep on it.

I stepped into the cool shower. My shoulders were slightly pink from the sun. No amount of sunscreen could stop the sun in Texas. The water felt good. I emerged from the shower feeling silky smooth and more like a tropical flower and less like a cactus.

I pulled my hair into a twist and clipped a big pink flower on the side. Lisa had ordered all kinds of luau accessories for Tassels Surf Shop when she heard about the party. I pulled the yellow dress over my hips and reached behind to zip it to the middle of my back. My feet slid into the sandals I had bought the first day.

I laid the Hawaiian shirt on the bed that Lisa said was for Cole. He hadn’t exactly agreed to wear it, but in the spirit of the party, he might surprise me. He still wasn’t back from the mainland maintenance run. He had fixed the icemaker and the main dryer only to be plagued with two air conditioners that had gone out. He promised they were simple fixes but he had easily been gone three hours. I checked my phone for the time. Fifteen minutes until show time.

I headed to the party.

“Don’t you look like a ray of sunshine?” Hank greeted me in the parking lot.

“Thanks, Hank.” I hugged the bartender. “Wow, it looks like a real luau out here.”

“I can’t say that I’ve ever been to Hawaii, but yeah, you put something real special together for Cole.” He beamed at me like a proud parent.

“Have you seen him anywhere?” I searched the group mulling behind the food and beer table.

“Not yet. But he’ll be here. Sometimes the mainland has traffic.”

“Traffic, huh?” I knew Hank was trying to reassure me.

“Look at you, Carolina.” Cal and Lance had returned from a quick shower. They looked clean-shaven.

“You both look handsome.” I eyed the Texas boys in their Hawaiian shirts, boots, and cowboy hats.

“We try.” Cal put his arm around me. “Where’s Cole?”

“Air conditioners went out. He had to make a parts run so the guests don’t spontaneously combust.” I tried to keep my voice peppy, but I was starting to worry he hadn’t returned.

“Darlin’, he’ll be back soon.” Lance put his arm around my other shoulder. “In the meantime, can we get you something to drink?” Lance was acting extra sweet.

It crossed my mind that Amber had told him about the scene I made at Peabody’s when I spilled my drink and ran. I should probably have been more embarrassed than I was.

“A beer would be awesome. Thanks, Lance.” Was it just last Saturday he had tried to get me a drink at the bonfire?

“Thanks.” I sipped on the coconut rum through the straw.

Lance shifted on his feet. “Kaitlyn, I wanted to talk to you about Amber.”

My cheeks turned a bright crimson. “You don’t have to do that, Lance. She and Cole seem to be working things out for Grayson. That’s what’s important.”

“I’m not the best uncle, or babysitter. But I’m here if he needs me.”

“Have you told him that?” I asked.

He hung his head. “I’ve always taken her side.”

“That’s what a good brother does.” I smiled.

“Yeah, but I see that Cole has always put Grayson first. Amber hasn’t. She puts Amber first. This damn poetry trip proves it.”

I squeezed his arm. “I know Cole would appreciate your help. I’ll let you tell him. And Grayson would love hanging out with his uncle.”

“Thanks.” He hugged me.

Sasha opened the gate at the top of steps for me. “Whoa, look at you. Has Cole seen you all dressed in yellow?”

I blushed. “Not yet. He isn’t here.” I searched the parking lot for his truck. “I thought he’d be back by now.”

“He’ll be here. He’s not going to miss the luau.” She turned to show me the pool. “What do you think? It was a last minute idea that I borrowed from my mom.”

I looked at the floating candles dotting the surface of the water. “Sasha, it’s beautiful. You definitely have the wedding planner gene. This looks amazing.”

“Good. I thought you might like it, and it’s romantic. You should lure Cole up here for a little one-on-one time.” She winked. “Now we just need some people.” She pulled one of the silk flowers from the garland and tucked it behind her ear.

Other than a few Dune Scape guests, no one else had arrived. I know being fashionably late was still a common party practice, but I had hoped more people would have begun to trickle in.

“What if no one shows?” I had a prickly feeling that had attacked the back of my neck.

“Don’t be silly. People love parties this time of year. This island is one big party. You’ll have people. They’re just extremely nocturnal—the later, the better.”

“I hope you’re right. If this doesn’t work, I don’t know what I’ll tell Cole. He trusted me to do this. I promised him it would keep the Dunes afloat for a few months.”

“Hey, he did not put the fate of the Dunes in your hands. He knows what he’s dealing with here. What you did for him is incredible. It shows how much you care. He knows that.”

God I wanted that to be true. I’d do anything for that man. And his son.

Before I could ask her what she thought about our situation, Cal whisked Sashu up from behind and planted a kiss on her mouth.

“Cal, save some of that for later. I’m in the middle of serious girl talk.” She slapped him on the butt. “You ok, Kaitlyn?”

“Yes, absolutely. You two go dance or something.”

I smiled and watched as they wandered to dance floor. I envied how Sasha approached her relationship. She didn’t let anything get in the way of her and Cal—not the age difference, not their friends, and not even her own heart. She was smart.

From my view on the lounge chair, I watched as the luau guests started arriving. A stretch SUV pulled into the parking lot and I lost count after the fifteenth person climbed from the vehicle. The DJ cranked the music, and I felt the energy swirling around me. In ten minutes, the Dunes turned into a revolving parking lot for taxicabs and shuttles. The guest continued to arrive.

I took another sip of my coconut drink, and straightened my dress. The party had started and I couldn’t sit up here all night thinking about Cole. I walked down to the ticket entrance. We had opted for wristbands to tag all the paid party guests. Mindy and Tara were behind the table collecting money and looping fluorescent bands around outstretched wrists.

It really had all come together. If only Cole was here to see it.

“Do you two need any help?” I asked over the bass from the speakers.

“No, I think we’re ok. We’ve got the best spot in the house. We get to talk to the hot guys before they even make it to the dance floor.” Tara giggled. “And I get the extra pleasure of leing them.”

Mindy gave me a more reassuring look. “Don’t worry, Kaitlyn. I’ll make her behave and keep her from running off with any of your guests.” She yanked a handful of leis from Tara, and placed them back on the table.

“Really, they can lei themselves. You don’t have to be so touchy-touchy, Tara.”

They seemed comfortable with their banter, like sisters. “Thanks, girls. Let me know if you need a break or something.”

Confident Mindy and Tara would take care of the money table, I refilled my cup and walked toward the boardwalk. Last week, Cole had convinced me to walk with him to see a star display he promised I wouldn’t forget. I smiled, knowing I didn’t remember a single star from that night, but would always remember that first kiss.

The couple I had checked in last night slid past me, walking hand in hand for an early night stroll on the beach. I think they were from Maryland, but with all the check-ins yesterday, I couldn’t keep everyone straight.

“I thought that was you up here, babe.” As soon as I heard his voice, my chest hardened. It used to make me smile.

I spun around the best I could in my sandals. “What in the hell are you doing here, Branch?”

He was wearing a smirk and a pink polo. He had popped the collar. “It’s a party.” He downed the rest of whatever was in his cup.

“Now that you’ve seen it, why don’t you leave?” Just being this close to Branch set me on edge.

I had seen that look in his eye before. The one that gleamed when he stumbled upon a party that was like a free night in Vegas. Branch in Vegas was a scary thing. I never thought he would be here tonight. If I could have done anything to prevent this from happening, I would have. Why didn’t I predict this party would draw him in like a moth to a flame?

“Whoa. You sound a little hostile. Still upset about the breakup?” He leaned over to whisper in my ear.

I stepped back. “No. I’m not upset about the stupid breakup. Why would you even say that? I’m upset about you. Where’s your date?” Branch looked surprisingly unattended.

“About that. I totally meant what I said about keeping my options open. They are wide open.” He winked.

“Eww. Are you implying what I think you are?”

Everything about this made me feel sick. I spent over a year of my life with a complete douchebag.

He touched the side of my arm. “Were you this hot when we were dating?” His smile widened. “I might have ended things too soon.” His hand moved from my shoulder to twirl my hair through his fingers. “I kind of like that new haircut on you and your boobs look awesome in that dress.” He paused. “I think I miss you, babe.”

I couldn’t believe what he was saying. I stood, stunned as Branch continued. “Want to get a drink? Maybe try out the Waves Oasis. It’s got to be better than this place.” He cast a look toward the two rows of rooms. “You’ve still got a room there.”

My stomach flipped and I repressed a gag. I wanted to punch that smile off his face, but, I promised Cole I would only use my self-defense skills in times of real self-defense, which I hoped meant never.

“First of all, there is nowhere better than the Dunes.” I was feeling overprotective of the motel I had worked so hard to make bright and shiny. “And second, you were right to end it. I should have broken up with you a long time ago, but I was so used to doing everything you wanted, I just started going through the motions. I’m the one responsible for it dragging out until it met a slow pathetic death. You’re an asshole. You’ve always been an asshole. And you aren’t welcome here.”

His eyes flashed a wounded look and I thought I might have gone too far. It never occurred to me I could hurt Branch. A slap to the face might have been kinder.

He hung his head. “Yeah, I was right. There’s nothing for me here.” He stepped back on to the wooden platform, shoved his hands in his pockets, and walked toward the party.

“Branch, wait. I didn’t—”

But, two strides into chasing down my ex and screaming his name across the boardwalk, I saw Cole staring at me from the pool deck. Shit. Shit. Shit.