“That threw me off too.”
“It’s a shortened version of my name. As is yours.”
He pursed his lips, as if that thought hadn’t occurred to him. “I suppose you’re right.”
He supposed? Of course, she was right. Clint was short for Clinton. How was that any different than shortening Sarita to Rita? She didn’t get a chance to ask as they were interrupted.
“There you are! I lost track of you.” Tessa ran up to Clint and wagged her finger at him.
Clint actually groaned out loud. Tessa didn’t notice. Or she didn’t really care. Then he shocked her by placing both his hands around Rita’s waist. That Tessa definitely noticed. Her eyes grew wide with shock. And annoyance.
“I was just looking for Sarita. We ran into each other at the airport and I’ve been meaning to catch up with her ever since.”
He was? Or was he just trying to use her to deflect Tessa’s attentions? She wasn’t sure how she felt about that last possibility. But when she glanced his way, his eyes implored her to go along.
His expression was so desperate, she almost felt sorry for him for a split second. “Yes, I’m hoping to hear about what Clint’s been up to all these years since we’ve last seen each other.”
Tessa would not be deterred. She crooked her hand into Clint’s elbow. “Well, we can’t have you two off by yourselves. This is a party after all.”
“You know, you’re absolutely right,” Clint agreed with a wide smile that almost seemed genuine, even as he gently pulled his arm free. “We’ll just be another minute.”
Tessa’s face fell. It was the first time Rita had actually observed such a physical embodiment of that expression. Tessa cleared her throat. “All right then. Don’t take too long,” she added before walking away.
“Very smooth, Mr. Fallon.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean the way you dismissed her while somehow agreeing with her. Very, very smooth.”
“I told her the truth. I really do want to hear more about you. What better time than tonight? In this wonderful setting?”
She couldn’t read too much into that comment. “Now that you finally remember who I am?”
He started to object but then apparently thought better of it. “And yes, I could use a break from Tessa, sweet as she is. Just stay by my side throughout the night and maybe she’ll leave me alone.”
“So I’m supposed to let you utilize our newly rediscovered friendship to allow you to avoid a potential suitor?”
He grabbed his chest in mock outrage. “That’s only the secondary motive, remember?”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why would I agree to do that?”
He quirked an eyebrow. “Because you can’t resist my charm?”
Rita gave him a thumbs-down. “Try again.”
“Because you’ve taken pity on me?”
This time she shook her head.
“Come on,” he pleaded. “Just for tonight. So that I can maybe relax and enjoy this amazing dinner and the traditional performance.”
She supposed he did at least have a right to that. Given that it was his sister’s wedding they were all here for. Besides, she’d been thankful to Clint so many times in the past. Like when he’d bought his sister the car they’d both used to get from their off-campus dorm to their classes in the dead of winter. Or during junior year when their preferred choice of housing had fallen through and he’d pulled all sorts of strings to get them a place to stay.
Just admit that the prospect of spending the evening with him isn’t exactly a turnoff.
She gave him a nonchalant shrug. “Why not?”
Somehow, against her better judgment, she’d just agreed to spend the evening close by Clint’s side.
* * *
“I take it you won’t be indulging in the main course,” Clint said as he escorted Rita toward the numerous buffet tables laden with island food. So far, she was being a good sport about their earlier agreement to help him keep Tessa at bay. She’d stayed by his side and made sure to keep the conversation going between the two of them. Just generally staying in his company which he was enjoying way more than he should.
Truth be told, he hadn’t been expecting to get much pleasure out of this evening. He wasn’t exactly a luau type. Thanks to Rita, however, the evening was so far turning out quite differently than he’d imagined. In a very pleasant way.
The way the other woman was shooting daggers at him from across the serving area made it clear she’d noticed the camaraderie between them.
“You would be correct,” Rita responded as they reached the first table.
Sarita. No wonder he hadn’t recognized her. He could hardly be faulted for not realizing at first glance that she was the bespectacled, purple-haired, shy girl he’d see occasionally when he visited Lizzie at school. Hard to believe this was the same woman standing before him now.
“It’s not like I’ll go hungry,” she added, breaking into his thoughts and motioning to the massive number of dishes laid out before them. He didn’t even recognize half the plates. Tropical fruit, various pulled meats, grilled vegetables. In the center of every table sat a bowling-ball-sized bowl of some kind of pinkish pudding-like substance.
“Any idea what that is?” he asked her.
“I believe it’s what’s known as poi.”
“Pa—what, now?”
She laughed as she handed him an empty plate, then grabbed one for herself. “Based on some reading I’ve done, it’s made from some kind of native plant. It’s supposed to be full of essential vitamins and minerals. It’s supposed to be very good for you. Particularly for—” she paused midsentence “—um... Never mind.”
Judging by the way she suddenly ducked her head, something had clearly made her uncomfortable.
“What were you going to say?”
“Nothing. Just an article I read.”
“I’m a little hurt that you aren’t willing to educate me. Perfectly okay that I’ll remain woefully ignorant about whatever this pwah is.”
She granted him a small laugh. “Poi. It’s just very popular with the men in particular.”
“Yeah, why’s that?”
They both reached for the same serving spoon and the brush of her fingers against his sent a spark of awareness down to his center. Suddenly, he realized what she was referring to. The poi must be considered to lend some kind of boost to male performance.
She quickly pulled her hand away.
“I think I figured it out.” He reached for the next item. “Not that someone like me would be concerned about that.”
Why the hell had he just said that?
Damn it, now the air between them was awkward and strained. When they’d been having such a relaxed conversation earlier.
“That was just a joke,” he said by way of explanation.
“Does that mean it’s not true? That you could perhaps use the poi?”
“What? No! I mean, yes. I mean, of course it’s true.” Saints above. It was like he didn’t even know how to speak around this woman.
She popped a pineapple chunk into her mouth and winked at him