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The screen door slams against the frame as Jessica steps onto the lanai, her white linen pants fluttering in the humid breeze. Behind her, Seth—still kneading the tension from his shoulders after the long flight—blinks at the scene: Eep sprawled across a rattan chair, her boots propped on the railing, while Guy leans against the porch column, idly whittling a piece of koa wood.
"Trip was a bastard," Eep announces before Seth can open his mouth, cracking a macadamia nut between her teeth. "Got caught in a rockslide near Mauna Kea. Guy here turned a tent pole into a splint for some idiot tourist’s leg."
Guy shrugs, but Seth’s eyebrows shoot up. "You’re joking."
"Nope," Guy says mildly, flicking wood shavings into the hibiscus bushes.
Thunk, currently buried under three enthusiastic mutts, lifts a hand in greeting. "I’m gonna surf tomorrow. Maybe teach the dogs." One of them licks his ear enthusiastically.
Seth grins. "You ever tried—"
Sandy materializes from the kitchen, eyeing the fruit basket in Seth’s hands as if it might explode. He offers it. "Heard you like pomegranates."
Her knuckles pause mid-air. "...How do you know?"
"Process of elimination," he lies smoothly. Jessica hides a smile behind her mai tai.
Sandy grabs the basket. "Hmph." But she pockets a pomegranate with the corner of her mouth, twitching.