Page 23 of Pallas & Kawehi
“What’s going on with you two? No come in here and make trouble!”
Kawehi and Maile managed to untangle themselves while they laughed.
“You two have lost all your senses!” What you like, Maile? Tell me and go back outside.”
“Won Ton Min, Uncle!”
Kawehi tried to cover Maile’s mouth with her hand, but Maile licked her palm and Kawehi pulled her hand away like she’d been bitten. “Gross!”
“Then don’t cover my mouth!” She sauntered out into the main room of the bowling alley with Kawehi following behind her. “So what’s happening with the jerk now?”
“Nothing. Not a damn thing.” Kawehi let out a breath and folded her arms across her chest. “No word on where he is and I don’t know who to talk to on base. Even if I got on the base, I wouldn’t have any idea where to go or who to ask.
“Dom said he’d try to find out for me, but I don’t think he should get involved. I mean-”
“Stop!” Maile narrowed her eyes at Kawehi. “Back it up.”
Kawehi realized what she’d said a moment too late. She’d told herself that she wasn’t going to talk about Dom, but then she’d just opened her mouth and-
“Dom?” Maile leaned in, resting her head on her hand. “Are you into kink now?”
Kawehi’s brow furrowed as she looked back at her cousin. “Kink?”
“You said Dom. Is that because he’s dominant?” She winked and leaned in, ready to listen.
“Dominant? OMG!” Kawehi’s palm collided with her forehead. “No! His name is Domenico. He’s a customer that came in the other night when some guys were giving me trouble. Dom helped me boot them out of the bowling alley and Uncle left us alone with food to eat.”
“Oh?” Maile gave her a wide-eyed stare. “Uncle playing matchmaker?”
“Maile! You know I’m married, I can’t-”
“You’re married to what? An empty seat at the dinner table? A mortgage that you have to pay all on your own? They repossessed his car, right? He’s a total douche.”
“Ew, I hate that word.”
“Stop being a dork, Cuz. Your husband is a deadbeat. And you have a guy who’s protecting you from assholes. Tell me more.”
“There’s not much to tell. We’re friends. We had something to eat together. That’s all.”
Maile gave her a look. “Don’t believe it.”
“Don’t believe what?”
“That that’s all. There’s more to this Dom guy. At least where you’re concerned.”
“Stop it, Cuz.”
Maile sat back and gave Kawehi a searching look. “You’re blushing.”
Kawehi heard the soft DING of a bell from the kitchen. “Oh good, your food is ready. Be right back.”
She moved into the kitchen and let out a pent-up breath. Yikes.
She really didn’t need Maile delving into her personal life. It was hard enough putting the pieces together in her own head, but Maile had a great imagination. She’d already put together a whole story about kink just because she’d called him Dom.
Oh, boy. She really needed to keep a better lid on her feelings.
And that’s exactly what she had for Domenico.