Chapter 2

I hadn’t moved to Hawaii because I hated home. Mostly I’d left because at the time I needed to be far away from Paul who’d broken my heart. I seemed to be pretty good at having disastrous relationships. That last one had been particularly brutal and I had vowed not to get involved in anything serious again.

And so the last time I had been in LA over that summer almost two years ago I’d had the fling with my sister’s husband’s older brother, Karl. The thing was, I’d never actually said goodbye to Karl. The last night I was there we’d fucked several times and then fell into an exhausted sleep. Not wanting any kind of scene, I slipped out of bed before Karl woke.