Page 144 of Hawaii Can Suck It

This is why Reece is the GOAT! Always helping others!

I donated my coffee money for the month! Worth it!

THIS is the content we need—not drama, but ACTUAL HELP!

A donation counter ticks up in at the bottom of the screen.

One million.

No.

One point two million.

No.

One point five million.

And climbing.

I turn, scanning the resort lobby.

Every single person—hotel staff, guests, tourists fresh from the pool, everyone—is watching Cam’s video on their phones.

A guy in a Tommy Bahama shirt is frantically tapping his screen. “Babe, I donated. I dare you to match me.”

His girlfriend slaps his arm. “Double it.”

“She’s rallied your army,” Kai says with admiration. “The DareSquad marches not for entertainment, but for purpose.”

And now she’s gone.

Jesus Christ, I’m a fucking idiot.

Cam is at the airport, probably booked a one-way ticket as far away from me as humanly possible.

My breath comes too fast, too shallow, like my body can’t catch up to my stupidity. I rake my hand through my hair, replaying every single goddamn moment I was a total dick to her.

And wow, there are so many.

I should’ve trusted her. Trusted her heart.

But no. Instead, I had to spiral and assume the worst. Assume she was the same as everyone else—a user. Cam is different.

She always has been.

“Kai, do you know anything about her flight?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “No. I only arranged her ride to the airport.”

I whirl on Blaze. “Go to valet. Get my car.”

He dashes off without a word.

I turn back to Kai, a sudden certainty rising within me.

“I AM going to help the Akanas and the other families from Lahaina,” I say, my voice steadier than it’s been all day. “I promise you, I’m going to financially match every contribution my followers make. Dollar for dollar.”

Kai beams. “May I hug you?” He opens his arms. I take in his sarong-wearing, oily, muscled torso. “A true warrior’s bond is forged in embrace.”

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