Island Promises: Hawaiian Holiday / Hawaiian Reunion / Hawaiian Retreat. RaeAnne Thayne

for a moment. “I need to go talk to the gate attendants about stowing the wheelchair when we board. I’ll be right back,” she told the girls.

      They barely heeded her, happy to be surrounded by people fussing over them. She walked quickly away, feeling Shane’s gaze on her retreating back.

      The gate attendant had her fill out a claim ticket for the chair, which would be stowed in cargo during the flight and would be waiting for them when they made their connection in Los Angeles. To her vast relief, he also told her those with special needs would be boarding in only a few moments. At least she wouldn’t have long to endure the torture of sitting next to Cara’s brother, whom she had treated abominably.

      With deep reluctance, she returned to her daughters and sat down beside him, aware of his heat and strength. What could she possibly say to him that would explain her actions of a month earlier? She didn’t know where to start.

      She was further relieved when he spoke first. “Your daughters are adorable,” he said. “How old are they?”

      “Seven,” she answered. Her voice came out a little on the ragged side, so she tried again. “They’re seven.”

      “How long have you and Nick been divorced?” he asked in an undertone, after a careful look to make sure the girls were busy with a couple of coloring books their grandmother had brought along.

      She wondered at the hard note in his voice. “Five years now—which, incidentally, is about three years longer than the marriage lasted. Just in case you were wondering or anything.”

      He glanced between her and Nick, who was holding hands with Cara. Shane’s sister. Megan forced herself not to squirm. She had long ago accepted that she and Nick had tried as hard as they could to make a marriage work that never should have happened in the first place.

      Still, right now she would rather be anywhere else on earth than waiting to board a plane for her ex-husband’s destination wedding—alongside an extraordinarily great-looking guy she was fiercely attracted to. Especially when she’d acted like a stupid, immature girl around him the first time they’d met.

      “How’s the shoulder?” she asked. As much as she’d like to pretend they were strangers, it seemed pointless.

      He rotated his left arm reflexively. “Good. I get a little twinge here and there, but it was only a through-and-through, like the ER docs said. I was back on the job just a few days later. I’ll have to be a little careful body surfing while we’re in Hawaii, but other than that, I’m good.”

      “Did they ever catch the guy who shot you?”

      “Yeah. He’s in custody now. He was only a stupid kid trying to earn a little street cred by shooting at a cop. I’m still not sure he meant to hit me.”

      “I’m glad you’re okay.” She might as well say it, just come out and apologize and clear the air, but the gate attendant’s voice suddenly came over the loudspeaker, inviting those with special boarding needs to come forward.

      She stood. “That’s us, girls,” she said.

      “We get to go on first?” Sarah’s eyes widened, as if someone had just offered her a free puppy.

      “Aren’t we lucky?” Megan said dryly. To her, boarding a plane early only meant more time sitting in one spot, waiting to be jostled by other passengers trying to stow their luggage.

      She grabbed their bags and started pulling one while trying to push the wheelchair with her other hand.

      “Let me help.” Before she could protest that she could handle it, Shane grabbed the bag from her and started tugging the other one.

      She reminded herself to be grateful. One of the first things she’d learned when she had twins—one with special needs—was to take whatever help was offered, even when her pride bristled.

      The girls handed their boarding passes to the agent with excited flourishes that made the woman smile.

      “Do you need further assistance aboard?” she asked.

      “No. Thank you.

      “We’re going to have to leave the wheelchair here for them to stow,” Megan told Grace at the door to the aircraft. “Do you want me to carry you?”

      “No. I can walk,” she insisted.

      Despite the stress and turmoil of the day, she wanted to hug her brave, wonderful, independent daughter who had come so far. Grace stood up from her chair and moved with her careful, stiff-hipped gait down the aisle.

      “Look for Row 14, and seats C, D and E,” she said to Grace.

      “There’s a coincidence,” Shane said behind her. “I’m in Row 14 as well. Seat F.”

      The jet had two aisles, with two seats by the window, four in the middle and two more across the other aisle. She and her daughters and Shane were assigned the middle seats.

      Since the girls didn’t like to be separated, she took the aisle for herself and settled Grace beside her, with Sarah on the other side next to Shane. At least the girls would provide a little buffer between them.

      It was a good plan, in theory—until their grandmother boarded and settled into the seat across the aisle from Megan.

      “Grandma, guess what?” Sarah said. She leaned across her sister and Megan to launch into a story about her soccer game that week, all while other passengers filed past.

      “You’ll have to wait to finish your story,” Megan told Sarah, when she saw her daughter growing frustrated at each interruption.

      “Why don’t you change seats with her, my dear?” Jean suggested. “It’s a long flight, and you surely won’t be able to entertain the girls by yourself.”

      She wanted to argue, but knew she’d sound ridiculous explaining that she couldn’t spend the four hours until their Los Angeles connection sitting by the brother of the bride.

      She forced a smile. “Sarah, do you want to sit by your grandmother?”

      “Yes!” her daughter exclaimed. Aware of Shane watching the interaction with interest, she and Sarah traded places.

      “I think we’re settled now,” she said, after swapping Sarah’s backpack for her own tote bag. “Sorry for the chaos.”

      “It’s fine. You must be a brave woman to trek nine hours to Hawaii for your ex-husband’s wedding.”

      She was fiercely aware of him beside her, edgy and uncomfortable, which didn’t bode well for the long flight to LAX.

      “Nick’s a good father and our girls love him,” she said. “It didn’t seem fair to deprive them of the chance to see his wedding just because it would be hard.”

      The flight attendants made an announcement about boarding quickly and storing luggage. She could see Grace and Sarah both growing increasingly nervous about the flight. By necessity, she turned her attention to calming her daughters while the flight crew prepared the cabin for takeoff.

      A short time later, they were in the air. “There. You made it, girls. That was fun, wasn’t it?” She forced more enthusiasm than she really felt, since she wasn’t all that crazy about flying herself.

      “I forgot how it made my tummy tickle when we went to Disney World,” Grace said.

      “I like it!” Sarah exclaimed. “Can we do it again?”

      “You’ve got four more takeoffs before we’re done—one more today and two on our way home.”

      The flight attendant came on a few moments later and announced that it was now safe to use electronic devices. Sarah immediately asked for Megan’s tablet.

      “Hey, Grace, want to play a game?”

      Grace was always willing to play, and soon the twins were engrossed in the game, blonde heads