Page 182 of Champagne Nights

After throwing on some clothes, I decided to call Keaton. If anyone would know where Paisley was, it would be him.

“Hello.”

“Hi, Keaton, it’s Ben.”

“Oh hey, Ben. How are you?”

“I’m okay. Listen, do you have time to meet for lunch? I want to talk to you.”

“Sure. We can meet for lunch. What’s this about?”

“I’ll tell you when we meet. I have to drop off some papers at the fire station, so how about we meet at noon at Panini on Sunset?”

“Sounds good, bro. I’ll see you then.”

I walkedinto the restaurant and saw Keaton sitting in a booth by the window.

“Hey, thanks for meeting me.”

“No problem. What’s going on?”

The waitress walked over, handed me a menu, and took our drink orders.

“I want you to be totally honest with me. Do you know where Paisley is?”

He shook his head before answering me. “No. I don’t know where she went, and I haven’t talked to her, which I feel bad about, but she didn’t want to be bothered.”

I sighed.

“Why are you asking?”

“I need to find her, tell her that I love her, and bring her home.”

The corners of his mouth curved into a smile. “That is so cool. Okay, let me think for a second.”

“Is there a special place that she loved?” I asked.

“Besides Los Angeles, I don’t think so,” he replied, looking down at his phone.

“Think, Keaton. You’re her brother, and the two of you are very close. You have to know somewhere she’d run to.”

His eyes lit up, and he smiled as he held his phone up to me with a picture of Paisley standing in the sand with a grass skirt on and a lei around her neck. I looked at him in confusion.

“This was taken on her honeymoon in Hawaii. I remember her telling me that if she could move there, she would. She loved it, and I remember her saying something about Hawaiian healers and how they spent a couple of hours with one.”

“Where in Hawaii?” I asked.

“I think it had the name turtle in it,” he replied as he scrunched his nose.

“Turtle Bay?”

“Yes! That’s it, bro.” He smiled as he pointed at me.

“But we don’t know for sure if that’s where she went,” I said.

Keaton sighed. “I can find out for sure, but she’s my sister, and it doesn’t feel right.”

“What are you talking about?”

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