Tom laid on the horn as he almost ran into the tourist van ahead of him. “Go!”

Will looked like he would hulk out. “Freaking cow!”

Tom laughed. It was stupid to think they could catch someone on this road. There was no way around anyone. In fact, they were stuck until the car in front of them moved. His mind raced as he saw all the hazards of an accident on this road. Park City had enough bad roads in the mountains that were a nightmare in the winter, but this road was something else. “This road never gets snow,” he mused.

Will frowned, giving him a confused look. “So?”

“I can’t get my mind wrapped around a place that never gets snow.” A good eight months out of Tom’s year was usually spent with snow in some form.

Will laughed. “Right!”

The cars started moving again, and Tom asked the question he didn’t want to ask. “Do you think that was really her?”

Will nodded, trying to look around the line of cars. “And she was driving an orange Mustang, so we should be able to track it. Even though there are a ton of Mustangs on the island, most of them are red.” He pounded a hand against his door. “Like this one, but there are not many like hers.”

It was incredible to believe that Emily would actually be here, and it was unnerving that Tom still had this kind of reaction to the woman. Now, he couldn’t stop himself from probing his brother with questions. “So what was she up to when you saw her at the game?” he asked, his voice stilted.

Will gave him a knowing glance, but he didn’t make a thing of it. “She was just there with her sister. Like I said, they had gone with her client. We didn’t talk long, but Trina kept asking about you and gave Emily some definite looks.” He laughed. “Trina is still crazy.”

The Kent brothers had always treated Trina like their little sister.

Will grunted. “Anyway, I asked Emily if she was married. She coyly told me she was in a serious relationship.” He chuckled. “You know how her sister is. She made a slashing-across-the-neck motion behind her.”

Tom thought of Trina and laughed. “She’s hilarious.” He didn’t know if it was good or bad that it made him feel better to think that her sister didn’t like the guy.

“Trina had a son.” Will snorted. “He was cute. Elliot.”

It surprised Tom to think of Trina with a kid, but it shouldn’t have. Just because he thought of himself and Emily like they’d been in the past, it didn’t mean they still were.

Stupid. He ran a hand across his sweating forehead. This side of Maui was a lot cooler, but it was still humid. He sighed and relaxed back into his seat, letting all the drive to find her fade away. “I don’t think it matters if we find her, does it?”

Will balked. “Of course it does.”

“Even if she is here, she’s in a relationship.”

“Maybe,” Will said slowly. “I didn’t see her here with anyone today.”

“Why would she be in Maui alone?” Tom asked, feeling more frustrated. This whole thing was a wild goose chase. Not that they were really chasing anyone with this traffic that was barely moving. There was no way to pass even if they wanted to. And he wouldn’t think about the fact they’d wanted to honeymoon in Hawaii together. No, he would not think about that.

For a moment, his brother didn’t say a word. Then he asked, “Why are you in Maui alone?”

“I’m not.”

“You’re not with a woman.” Will smirked.

“Dude, do you ever know when to shut up?”

This just elicited roaring laughter from Will.

Tom imagined what the guys back at the fire station would say about his predicament. Well, most of them knew he didn’t have a honey to take, but if they heard he was chasing his old high school girlfriend around the island, he’d never hear the end of it. He imagined what they would say: “She ran from him ten years ago, and she’s still running.” Or “The only Kent brother who runs after women instead of the other way around.” Even better: “Kent should’ve eaten the whole fruitcake.” He snorted, amused by his own jokes.

Out of nowhere, a coconut ice cream stand popped up. Will pointed at it. “Turn there. We’ll get some ice cream.”

Tom was way past stopping. All he wanted to do was get down the mountain and off this road. He didn’t turn. “No way.”

Will grumbled and pushed himself up, staring at the place as they passed. His arm bolted out. “She’s there! She’s eating ice cream! Hey!” He cupped his hands around his mouth. “Emily!”