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“I’ll try to figure it out,” he said. “I’m not sure what’s going on with her.”
But it didn’t matter. Ethan couldn’t get her to tell him anything, and Koana had no luck either. He even asked Noa and Ani to try, but nothing.
When she decided to leave for college, go to the West Coast, they hoped that she might come back often. Instead, it would be months and months between visits.
When she graduated, she immediately began a master’s program, not even taking a brief vacation. Then one night, her entire world changed.
She watched the entire thing take place, realizing that the man didn’t even see what was happening. When he returned, she shoved the beer toward him, spilling it.
“Sorry,” she said louder than she needed to. “Let me get you another one.” Wyatt didn’t even look up, wiping the beer off his hand.
“No, it’s alright. I don’t need another.”
“Yes, you do,” she said, staring at him. “And I’ll explain why.”
Wyatt looked up at her and opened and closed his mouth. He couldn’t believe it.
“Hello, Wyatt,” she smiled. “Let me get you that beer.”
“What the fuck? Ulani, what are you doing here?”
“Shut up, Wyatt. You don’t know me, remember?” He stared at her and nodded as she wiped the bar down and handed him another beer. “The woman who was crawling all over you…”
“She wasn’t crawling all over me.”
“Focus, Wyatt. It doesn’t matter. I’m pretty damn sure she spiked your beer when you left to use the bathroom.” He looked around the bar but didn’t see her.
“She’s gone,” he frowned.
“She left the minute I spilled your beer. This isn’t the first time, Wyatt, and it’s not just spiking beers.”
“Wait. What the fuck are you doing bartending in San Diego? Aren’t you doing a master’s program?”
“Geez, hold on. Lou? Come cover for me?” The older man nodded, and she walked toward the back door, waving at him to follow. They stood in a relatively quiet, dark alleyway.
“Ulani, what the fuck?”
“Listen to me. I already have my master’s. I’ve had it for a while. My degree is in criminal justice, and I work for the Navy.”
“You’re CID?” he asked, confused as to why she would want to be part of the criminal investigation division, a sub-department of NCIS.
“Yes, and other things. I investigate more than drunk sailors. Recently, there has been a rash of pilots getting drugged by girls in bars and blacking out for days. They lose two, maybe three days and remember nothing at all, and we don’t know why.”
“Shit, and you’re in the middle of this? What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Saving your ass,” she whispered, looking up and down the alley. Three men and a woman were walking toward them, laughing, obviously drunk. Ulani pushed him against the wall. “Hold on.”
Her leg rose up his side, and she gripped his hand, forcing it against her ass. Ulani kissed his neck, moaning and grinding against him.
“Wh-what the hell are you doing?” he muttered.
“Causing a scene. Enjoy it.” She covered his mouth with her own, tasting him, sliding her tongue in and out. As the footsteps got closer, she became more and more intimate. Wyatt couldn’t help it. He was hard as a rock, his cock pressing against his jeans and her pelvis.
“Yeah, buddy! Get that shit,” laughed one of the men as he walked by.
Wyatt flipped him the bird but never removed his lips from Ulani. When they turned the corner, she slowly pushed back a few inches, her mouth still touching his. Her fingers were laced in his hair.
“Um, your hair is too long, and that was…” she stammered.
