His Perfect Match. Elaine Overton

of the door, glanced at the group and felt her heart stop.

      There in the middle of the small crowd stood Darius looking like a Maori god himself. The years had changed him, but she knew it was him without a doubt. His perfect smile seemed even whiter. His light complexion had darkened to a golden bronze. His short-cropped dark hair had lightened to a sandy brown. Funny, I’d always thought his hair was black.

      That single thought reminded her of just how little she knew about this man she was once engaged to. She quietly moved from the walkway across the plush grass to shield herself behind a nearby tree.

      Where did that body come from? The Darius she remembered was lean and bordering on skinny. This man was full of muscles—everywhere. From his impressive pecs, over the six-pack abs to the thick thighs. If he’d been fully dressed in one of the business suits he use to wear constantly she would’ve wondered if anything was padded, but wearing only swim trunks revealed that the only thing padding his bulges and biceps was pure flesh.

      She frowned. She didn’t remember him looking this good. She searched her memory and decided that was because he didn’t used to look this good. Time had obviously been good to him. She fought down the slight resentment she felt, realizing that while she’d been struggling to put herself through school and at the same time take care of a sick child he’d been here living the life of a real-life beach boy. But justice wouldn’t allow the resentment to simmer. Immediately her conscience asked the question: and whose fault is that?

      She stood hidden behind the tree listening as he informed the group of guests about the evening’s activities, including a full luau dinner. Apparently the Hawaiki Inn went to great lengths to keep their guests entertained.

      It didn’t take Liz long to realize there were changes other than his physical appearance. Darius had always been self-confident but there was a sternness about him that she’d never seen before. Despite the wide smile he gave his guests there was a hardness to him. Soft brown eyes that she remembered as being full of compassion were no longer tender. Now they were shrewd, analytical, as he scanned the group around him and sized up each individual.

      For the first time Liz began to doubt her plan. She’d come to ask her ex-fiancé for the favor of a lifetime, but it appeared she’d arrived too late. It appeared that man no longer existed.

      A few minutes later as she stood over her open suitcase preparing to unpack she was forced to admit Aunt Dee was right. Before she confronted Darius she would have to make a trip to the hotel gift shop and hope they had something in the way of clothing. There was no way she could approach the stranger she’d just encountered looking as defeated as she felt.

      The old Darius would’ve taken pity on her and offered his help immediately. But the man she saw today would take one look at her lived-in linens and well-worn wools, realize she’d fallen on hard times and then proceed to eat her alive, all the while laughing at her temerity.

      No, she was going to have to rethink her whole approach. She would have to exchange truth and desperation for cunning and manipulation. She closed up her suitcase and shoved it in the bottom of her closet all the while saying a silent prayer for strength and wisdom. Getting this new Darius to bend to her will was going to be a lot harder than she’d assumed.