Lana stood and followed him down the hallway, their bare feet padding softly on the cool wood floor. She waited while he paused in the bathroom, glancing around his home.
She’d noticed when she entered earlier that although he left his windows open to the sultry Hawaiian breezes, his air-conditioning had been set to a low setting. When it became too stuffy inside the breezy boathouse, the air conditioner kicked on, cooling the interior. A small roof surrounded the entire boat, casting the living quarters in a pleasant shadow that contrasted drastically with the brilliance of the sun reflecting off the Pacific Ocean.
Jason Koa had created a lovely, incredibly peaceful home for himself, Lana acknowledged as she waited behind him while he opened a pair of patio doors in the living room.
They stepped onto the deck. Lana blinked in the blinding sunlight. She looked out on a circular cerulean body of water. The waves were even gentler here than in the protected harbor. She hadn’t noticed it before when she circled the deck, searching for Jason, but he’d moored his boat at the mouth of a lagoon. A hundred feet away she saw a white beach. To the left, a finger of land stretched out into the water. An enormous koa tree, its trunk possibly ten or eleven feet thick, persevered on the tiny spit of land. A few palms crowded next to it, along with a thick tangle of foliage. The inlet was protected on the opposite side by the curve of the land. In the distance she saw the vastness of the Pacific Ocean.
“Wow,” Lana murmured as she gazed out at the calm blue waters. “A private swimming pool.”
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