Everybody dreams of a Hawaiian Vacation…
They sell you on the drinks with little umbrella’s, dolphin watching, and long walks on the beach. Which probably happens, if you’re that lucky schmuck living out your dream with your destination wedding, but if you’re a fish out of water PI like me, there’s no time for relaxing because trouble is never far behind.
Instead of cocktails, I ended up dealing with the seedy underbelly of The Big Island.
And, I didn’t see one damn dolphin while undercover on a boat which was spilling over with drug dealers, Kingpins, and Pedophiles.
Elin and Elena think Cade's family are the coolest people outside of Snapchat, but it’s hard to meet the parents when your boyfriend is in his late thirties and has never had a serious relationship.
I’d never missed my girls so much in my life, but Amy May, Bea, and Carmen are all dealing with issues of their own, and can’t come to my rescue.
The only thing that may help me with this “vacation” is if I could get Lei’d with Cupcakes.
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“We have started our descent into Honolulu. We should touch down in twenty minutes, and the local time will be three fifty-eight.”
I looked to my left to see Elin and Elena sleeping like angels, even though an hour ago they’d been fighting like rabid raccoons. Then, to my right, where Cade was passed out cold.
You’d think a large man like that would have a hard time getting comfortable in a standard coach seat, but as soon as he’d sat down, Cade closed his eyes and was knocked out. Cold. I couldn’t keep my five-foot seven-inch frame still in the seat long enough to doze. My knees hurt, the seatbelt annoyed me, and I swear I could hear every sniffle and sneeze for twenty rows.
So, while the loves of my life were snoozing happily, I was trying to find out how many mini liquor bottles it would take for me to get drowsy. It was just my luck that now that I was feeling happily buzzed and ready to nap, we were about to land. So, not only was I going to meet Cade’s family with no sleep, there was a good chance I was going to be drunk.
“Miss, can I take your trash?”
I swiveled my head to find one of the stewardesses holding open her bag for me to dump my empties in.
Are we still allowed to call them stewardesses, or is that no longer PC? What the hell are they supposed to be termed now? Oh, yeah, flight attendants. I don’t know why everything has to change…
“Darlin’,” Cade muttered, his voice rough with sleep. “You’re talking to yourself.”
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