Heat Wave(66)

In my dream Juliet has swum far past the reef and Logan is on shore, yelling for her to come back, that there are sharks and rips and other dangers. That she will die.

But she doesn’t listen. She waves, happy as always, and just keeps swimming. Everything is fine with her, everything is perfect. Nothing could ever endanger Juliet.

So Logan takes off his shirt, about to jump in after her. His body gleams in the light, every taught muscle, every slope and ridge.

Then he stops. Pauses.

Turns around and sees me.

“Ronnie,” he says, using my nickname. “I didn’t see you there.”

Juliet is in danger, I want to say. I can see her now, getting smaller and smaller and smaller.

But I can’t talk. I can’t do anything but wait for Logan while he strides toward me, scoops me up in his arms and kisses me until I can’t breathe.

“You’ve always been mine,” he murmurs and kisses me again as we fall to the sand.

Somewhere in the distance, Juliet is drowning.





CHAPTER THIRTEEN





It’s Thanksgiving. It doesn’t feel like Thanksgiving, since I’m not battling frigid temperatures and the early start of crazy holiday shoppers, but it’s Thanksgiving all the same.

Charlie has been gone for a few days now, so Johnny and I have been working overtime to make-up for it. They said that Thanksgiving is supposed to be the slow time of year but I guess they were wrong, because there seems to be more customers than ever. Johnny says they’re coming because of my cooking, but I have yet to confirm that.

I do know that the staff at Moonwater at least appreciates it, because Johnny and I slaved all day making the perfect Thanksgiving meal for everyone, which included a tofurkey for Kate since she’s vegan. We were able to shut the restaurant for the night in order to do so, with Logan’s permission. Johnny handled that one, since, once again, Logan and I have been avoiding each other this last week.

Now, the turkey carcass has been annihilated and everyone looks sated. It’s just Daniel, Jin, Nikki, Kate, Logan, Johnny, and I, but any more people and we would have had to get another bird. Johnny was born on Kauai (not a haole) so he’s having dinner with his family tomorrow afternoon, but he still ate his fair share of the turkey.

“Pumpkin pie?” Johnny asks, coming out from the kitchen and to the middle of the restaurant where we’ve pushed a few tables together. “With Kauai spices. It’s vegan, just for you Kate.”

A few people groan, including myself, rubbing their bellies.

Logan gets up. “Thanks but no thanks, I better head back to reception.”

And then he’s gone, heading out across the parking lot, the rain this evening coming down steadily. Everyone looks at each other in mild surprise. He had put a sign on the reception telling guests where to find us if there was an emergency, so the real issue is that Logan doesn’t want to be here and I have a feeling it’s because of me.

“Well now that the boss is gone,” Daniel says, getting up and heading to the bar. “How about we graduate from the wine and onto something else?”

Soon everyone has some crazy cocktail in their hand that Dan whipped up on the spot and Jin, of all people, goes over to the stereo and puts Grandmaster Flash on.

“Brother,” Johnny exclaims. “All this time and I didn’t know you were a Grandmaster Flash fan!”

“Who is Grandmaster Flash?” Jin says, completely sincere.

“Never mind, good choice.” And then Johnny moves to the center of the room and starts dancing, making his big belly fly.

I’m not one for dancing, no matter how drunk I am and especially not when I’m still stuffed with turkey, so I stay at the bar with Daniel and watch the scene unfold as everyone gets up to dance, lured by 80’s rap and alcohol. Even Jin is doing a boogie that involves shuffling from side to side.

“Too bad Logan is missing this,” I comment, taking a sip of a pineapple-ginger concoction and laughing as Johnny starts doing some Michael Jackson-esque moves in front of Kate. She is not impressed.

“Yeah,” Daniel says carefully. “But I don’t think this holiday is easy on him.”

I give him a look. “And you think it’s easy on me?”

Daniel doesn’t back down. “No. But things are a bit different on Logan’s end. He has no one here. Juliet was his family.”

“You’re all his family,” I point out.

He shakes his head. “Nuh-uh. Maybe at one point we were but he shut us out. He got burned and then he lost it all. People seem to blame him but I really can’t. I know what he’s gone through.”

The conversation is confusing me—I’m not sure we’re talking about the same thing. “You’ve lost someone too?”