“I knew he always wanted to return here when he died, but I never expected to be the one to do it. I thought for certain my parents would come out here for the service, but his instructions were very clear—I was the one to bring him. All the arrangements were made in advance and no one told me what to expect, so when I arrived it was quite a shock. I certainly didn’t need the penthouse or the first class airfare. I guess it was his way of taking care of me since I take care of everyone else all the time.”
Over the years, Mano had entertained scores of ridiculously wealthy couples vacationing from around the world, corporate bigwigs doing business and the rich and famous of Hollywood looking for a tropical escape. Chuck had mentioned that Paige’s family had money, so he’d assumed that she was just another guest like the rest.
But the more Paige spoke, the more he began to doubt his assumptions. She seemed to be very ill at ease in the luxury of his hotel. Rich heiresses were normally quite comfortable traveling well and rarely noted that they spent their time caring for others. It seemed there was another confusing layer to Paige. Was it possible that she’d been raised without the benefit of the family fortune?
“What do you do for a living?”
“I’m a registered nurse.”
He couldn’t suppress his groan at her response. That wasn’t what he’d thought she would say. Everything about her surprised him.
“What’s wrong with being a nurse?” she asked.
“Nothing is wrong with it. It’s a noble calling. I’ve just spent more time than I ever wanted to around nurses. I was hospitalized for quite a long time with my injury. They were all great and cared for me very well, but I avoid hospitals at all costs now. I couldn’t imagine working there every day.”
“It’s different when you’re not the patient. I was a born caretaker. My mother told me I was such a little mama as a child. I was always carrying around my baby doll, and when I got older, I wanted to babysit at every opportunity. I thought maybe I would work in pediatrics one day. But when I spent time with my grandfather, he would tell me stories about World War II. At least ones that were okay for a little girl to hear. It made me want to work with soldiers when I grew up, so that’s what I did instead. I got a master’s degree in nursing and I work at the veteran’s hospital in San Diego on the orthopedic floor. I work mainly with soldiers that have lost limbs or had their joints replaced or rebuilt.”
“That sounds like a hard job to have.”
“It’s difficult work, but it
can be so rewarding. I love what I do. Almost all of my time goes to my job, which leaves little for me. I think that’s why my grandfather wanted me to come here, to get a break.”
Mano tried not to stiffen at Paige’s words as she spoke about her work. It wasn’t that there was anything wrong with her answer, but it did give him pause. Chuck had been right when he asked if Mano was considering Paige for more than just dinner. He’d only used it as an excuse to learn more about her. She’d caught his attention without even realizing it.
But knowing she was a nurse...that changed things.
She herself had said she was a caretaker. One of his aunts was a nurse. Since the day of his accident, she’d fawned over him, treating him as nearly helpless. People who went into nursing had a strong desire to care for others. Mano didn’t want to be taken care of. He didn’t want to be fixed or babied, and he certainly didn’t want to be pitied.
Then again, there was something about Paige that his body reacted to instantly. He didn’t know what she looked like or anything other than the feel of her hand in his, but he wanted to know more. As the pieces of her history started to click together in his mind, he found himself more interested instead of less. Of course she was a nurse. That explained the rough hands after washing them dozens of times a day and the scent of hand sanitizer.
“My grandfather knew this is something I never would’ve done on my own,” she continued, oblivious to his thoughts. “He wanted me to take a break and enjoy life, if for just a week. So I’m trying. I find it’s easier to do in Hawaii than it is at home.”
“Everything is easier in Hawaii. It’s a state of mind.” Mano considered his options for this evening and decided that he didn’t mind if she was a nurse. So far, she’d let him take the lead, not once going out of her way to help him when he didn’t need it. Being a nurse might not be all bad. If things worked out, maybe she could give him a sponge bath...
He suppressed a wicked grin and tried to focus on what to do next. He didn’t want their evening together to end so soon. It was Saturday night, which meant that the resort fireworks show was starting soon. He could take Paige somewhere to watch it, but he knew that the best view on the property was from his own balcony. Typically, he didn’t allow anyone into his sanctuary, but for some reason he was almost eager to invite Paige upstairs. He could offer her dessert and an amazing show. But would she accept?
“Do you like fireworks?” he asked.
Three
Paige only thought her penthouse was the pinnacle of luxury. That was before she stepped into Mano’s suite.
The whole space was very clean and modern. Every detail, from the industrial light fixtures overhead to the abstract paintings on the walls, exuded elegance and masculinity with a hard edge. The floors were seamless white marble, the couch was covered in buttery soft gray leather and the tables looked like sheets of glass floating in the air with only the slightest bit of metal supporting them. It was the kind of almost austere look that at first glance might seem plain, but in fact was extremely expensive.
There were no fussy elements, no flower arrangements or lace or knickknacks. Everything seemed perfectly placed, as though an interior designer had handled each detail down to where the dog’s leash hung on the wall. She supposed that things being out of place could cause a problem when you couldn’t see to track down errant items.
There wasn’t much for Paige to break, but what was there, she could tell, was fragile. She was anxious about being in Mano’s suite for dozens of reasons, but now that she was here, she added the new worry of being someplace where she could stumble and put her fist through a priceless Jackson Pollock painting.
It had been hard enough for her to shake the surreal feeling as she followed him upstairs without those other worries. She wasn’t really sure why she was here, anyway. She understood the polite dinner invitation, but why ask her to join him in his suite for dessert just to be nice to a lonely hotel guest? Maybe her initial reaction to their dinner date was closer to the truth and this was about more than just treating the VIPs.
Mano removed Hoku’s harness and the dog trotted over to his corner pillow where a rawhide bone was waiting for him. “We do fireworks at the hotel every Saturday night,” Mano explained as he slipped out of his suit coat and laid it over the back of a chair that he seemed to know would be positioned just there. “It’s a long-standing tradition at the Mau Loa that my grandparents started decades ago. My suite has one of the best views, ironically enough.”
Paige bit at her lip as he noted the obvious issue. She followed him out onto the balcony and he was right—his view was even better than hers. The fireworks over the lagoon would be center stage for the spectators waiting along Waikiki beach, but their view had it all beat. “It’s a shame you can’t enjoy them.”
“Actually, I can,” Mano said as he gripped the railing and looked out over the water as though he could see it.
The moonlight highlighted the sharp angles of his face, reminding Paige just how handsome and unobtainable a man he was. She wished he would take off his glasses so she could see his eyes. She understood why he wore the glasses, but she felt like a part of him was hiding behind them.