The beach blazed under the Hawaiian sun, its rays glittering like shattered glass on the ocean's surface, turning every ripple into liquid fire.
Hundreds of crabs scuttled sideways along the shore, while beneath fluttering beach umbrellas, young couples soaked up the lazy afternoon tranquility.
Yuki lounged on a deck chair, her bombshell body poured into a tiny bikini, tumbling caramel waves cascading freely. Beside her, Elvis lay motionless, his face hidden under a sunhat—dead to the world.
Her instincts screamed danger. For an entire day, Elvis had been acting like a damn zombie, neither initiating conversations nor mentioning *that* woman. While Yuki had initially welcomed the peace, paranoia now slithered down her spine.
No sane person would ruin Hawaii's perfect afternoon. Warmth
