Eighteen“Kaleo, what are we going to do? Tell me!”
“Do about what, Princess? About the sugar? Getting us an agent? Or about Cyrus being happy to throw you to the wolves?”
“All of it!”
They were once again sitting in Union Square, sipping coffee-cart café au lait, and the sharp inflection in her response turned heads. Lani’s hand went to her mouth, as if silencing herself, and she dipped her head in apology to a woman sitting on a nearby bench with a sleeping baby in her arms.
“Sorry,” she mouthed and dug her elbow into Kaleo’s ribs with her free arm. “See what you made me do? Stop being annoying.”
The visit to Elizabeth Wenderhoven had raised so many questions. Remarkable as it was to discover Elizabeth’s past link with her mother, she hadn’t found many satisfactory answers to the que
