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She snorted. “My hair looks like a tornado hit it.”

“It looks sexy.”

“Have you been drinking?”

He just chuckled. “The lanai? Since the trades have finally settled, I figured we could sit out there.”

“Sure.”

She shut the door and followed him through the room.

“These are nice rooms. Not as nice as those at Aleka’s resort on Maui.”

“I agree. I was there a few months ago.”

He set the bag down and held up the box. “This is some cheesecake. You might want to put that in the fridge.”

She nodded and took it from him. When she returned from her errand, she noticed a couple of containers of poke. She saw the label and realized it was the restaurant she had discussed at dinner the night before.

“You got me lunch.”

“I hope you didn’t eat.”

The sweet expectation in his gaze made her stomach feel funny. She shook her head as a lump rose in her throat. This man was busy. Many people didn’t realize how involved he was with the Wulf businesses. That, along with his acting career, he wasalways busy. He took time out of his day to do something just for her.

How sad was it that just bringing her poke was overwhelming her? It had been months since anyone had really done anything nice for her. Or was it just that she was overworked and stressed about everything: the company, the upcoming invitational, the wedding.

“Come, let’s have lunch, and you can tell me what you’ve been doing.”

He was once again holding out a chair for her. It was gentlemanly, and she was sure his mother taught him those manners. She didn’t need a man to do that, but again, it was nice to have someone do something like that for her.

“Thanks,” she murmured as she sank into her previous seat. He joined her on the other side of the table. “Can we talk about other things? I just want to get away from all the stuff. How’s your family?”

He sighed. “Worried about Jules.”

“Is something wrong?” She knew Jules was pretty far along in her pregnancy.

“No. Just, she’s seven months pregnant, not sleeping well, and I found out from my brother-in-law that she’s not supposed to fly right now. Not even the thirty-minute flight from Maui. Also, she was complaining about something called cankles and how she couldn’t wear her favorite shoes. So, I convinced her I would go see her on Sunday night.”

She chuckled. “I’ve heard a lot of pregnant women complain about the cankles.”

“You’re not eating.”

“Sorry,” she said, digging into her poke. “I can’t believe you were paying attention to what I talked about last night at dinner.”

“You would be surprised what I notice.”

“Did you need some water?”

“I’ll get it. You stay. You’ve been working.”

Again, she blinked, but the sun wasn’t hurting her eyes. She had to fight the tears that threatened to fall. It was a simple comment, but it was nice to be acknowledged. What was wrong with her? She was Lani Michelle Kingston. She didn’t take any prisoners when she worked contracts. She could handle a press conference with ease. Almost crying because Jakob offered to get her water? Yeah, there might be something off with her hormones.

“Thank you,” she said when he handed her the glass. He had poured a glass for himself as well.

“I do like how all the rooms face the ocean. I guess that’s why they picked this as a venue.”

“No. They picked it because it was one of the most expensive on the island. Or rather, Royal did.”

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