us down for two number fives and two number tens,” Flint says, digging out his wallet. He hands the paper back to Louie. “I’ll pay you now, no problem. Did you open the gate?”
Louie nods.
“Mind if I ask how?” Flint studies him. There’s still a gentle edge in his voice, but it looks like he’s come back to his senses over...whatever that was.
“I’m sorry, Mister! Bryce showed me once. He said drop by anytime and I guess I just...dropped by.”
Flint’s face softens the first time this kid says the name Bryce, and again when he mentions it a second time. Of course, the name doesn’t mean anything to me. I can’t remember any names besides Savanny, who sits by my feet, swishing that long spotted tail at the ground.
“Thanks, Louie,” Flint says, passing him cash for the popcorn. “Didn’t mean to growl at you. Say hi to your folks for me.”
Louie nods, takes the cash, and then sprints down the steps, the sidewalk, and the driveway.
I’m sure he keeps running long after he passes through the gate.
“Jesus. You scared him half to death with the way you flew in here, huffing and puffing.” I’m shocked because I’d never seen this side of Flint. Not that I remember, anyway. “Where’s your aloha?”
He rakes a hand through his thick hair, a dangerously sexy mess despite how annoyed I am with him. “Don’t know, Val. Just misplaced it. Didn’t mean to bark shit at the kid.”
I side-eye him again. There are a lot of things I can’t recall, but I know a little aloha spirit goes a long way on all the islands. Hawaiians strive to treat everyone with kindness, love, and respect, whether we’re born and raised here or just transplants.
Sure, this state has its share of jackasses just like anywhere else. But it’s the principle of the thing.
It’s what makes this place a little more beautiful and welcoming to visitors and residents alike.
Honestly, I’m not even sure why his freak-out peeves me so much, but I get the funny feeling it’s an integral part of me. Something I believe in, deep down.
“Whether you meant to or not, I don’t get it. You treated him like a masked bandit trying to break in,” I tell him, folding my arms. “What gives?”
“I overreacted, yeah,” he says, clicking a button on his key fob and looking past me out the door. The gates slowly close in the distance while he watches. “Guess because I’d locked the gates, and my phone pinged me they were open when I was a block away, I feared the worst. Thought something happened to you. Maybe you’d wandered off or...or, fuck, maybe someone broke in.”
I cock my head, wondering who’d possibly be crazy enough to break-and-enter this place. But the stern flicker in his eyes tells me he’s deadly serious.
My heart softens at his concern. Misplaced or not, it’s absolutely real. “No need to fret. I’m still in one piece, and I didn’t wander off to get abducted by aliens.”
Flint snorts, fighting back a grin. “I’d kick their asses if they took you. Martians are a big improvement over Satan, honey.”
Biting back my own smile, I shake my head. “You’re crazy. Little Louie was just selling popcorn, one of those silly fundraisers kids his age always do.”
“No shit. I know that now,” Flint says, a bit sheepishly. “Give me a second. Got a few things to bring in from the truck.”
“Do you need any help?” I ask as he walks toward it.
“Nah, thanks, go on inside. I’ll pull into the garage.”
He still sounds kinda grumpy.
Probably because I’d chastised his caveman act. Can’t say I regret it, though. The poor kid will probably be too scared to ring any door bells for the rest of the day.
I’ve never been a big fan of how these programs turn kids into mini sales teams, but I get how they need money to fund their activities, always running on shoestring budgets.
There it is again, another odd little thing I know.
Why do I remember such peculiar stuff like how middle school fundraisers work, but nothing important?
Maybe that’s the way this works, the little things coming first?
No clue. I’ve never had amnesia before—not that I remember.
Another question for Cash Ivers, I guess, lame jokes aside.
I shake my head again, this time at myself, and step into the house, holding the door while Savanny bolts inside. As we walk through the living room, I take a few seconds to appreciate the tan, plush leather furniture and