Her Hawaiian Homecoming

An Unexpected Attraction...

For Allie Osaka, dealing with her tragic past means running from it. Inheriting her family’s Kona coffee plantation on the Big Island of Hawaii is the last thing she expects when all she wants to do is keep running. Selling the inheritance and moving on sounds good, but her grandmother’s will comes with a mighty catch—namely irresistible foreman Dallas McCormick, who owns half the plantation.

Flaring tempers and hotter-than-lava attraction can only lead to trouble. But when a tsunami threatens Allie’s future and the promise Dallas made to her grandmother, they both might have to open their eyes to the truth...and to love.

“You’re really beautiful,” Dallas said, before he could stop himself.

“Come on.” Allie wiggled on her stool, made uncomfortable by the attention. “You don’t have to feed me lines just because we’re stuck here.”

“What lines?” Dallas stood, and moved around the table, so he was standing right in front of her. Allie craned her neck up to meet his eyes. “I told you, I only tell the truth.”

He moved in closer, and she tilted her chin up to meet his. She didn’t inch away, but sat very still.

His lips brushed hers, ever so gently. She didn’t push him away, or cry out. Instead, she wrapped her hand around the fabric of his shirt and pulled him closer. She spread her knees and instantly he was between them, her arms around his neck, nothing separating them but thin fabric.

She tasted like tequila and something even more delicious, and though he tried, he couldn’t get enough of her mouth. Her tongue met his in a little dance, and he felt as if, despite all the many women he’d kissed before in his life, she might as well have been the only one who mattered.

Dear Reader,

Aloha! Her Hawaiian Homecoming is my first book in the Heart of Hawaii miniseries, and I’m very excited to introduce you to the place I love most in the world. Like my main character, Allie, I grew up in a mixed-race family, part Japanese and part English. I was fortunate to take many trips to Hawaii growing up, and it was one of the few places I truly felt at home. I fell in love with the one-of-a-kind lava-rock beaches, the gorgeous tropical flowers growing wild, the welcoming people and their amazing aloha spirit.

Hawaii is a place where cultures often collide, and that’s what happens when Allie Osaka, who’s been running from Hawaii most of her life, comes home to find a cowboy from the mainland has taken over her family’s coffee plantation. As they fight each other to figure out who’s going to decide the fate of the Kona Coffee Estate, sparks fly.

I hope you enjoy their story—and this little escape to the Big Island—as much as I loved writing it. Our fiftieth state is a magical place, and it’s no wonder so many honeymooners escape there every year. Love blooms right alongside those gorgeous birds of paradise.

Here’s wishing you tons of warm sunshine, love and happiness.

Mahalo!

Cara Lockwood

Her Hawaiian

Homecoming

Cara

Lockwood

www.millsandboon.co.uk

CARA LOCKWOOD is a USA TODAY bestselling author of eleven novels, including I Do (But I Don’t), which was made into a Lifetime Original movie. She’s written the Bard Academy series for young adults, and has had her work translated into several languages. Born and raised in Dallas, Cara lives near Chicago with her two beautiful daughters. When she’s not writing, she keeps busy running 5K races for charity, kayaking and scuba diving. Find out more about her at caralockwood.com or follow her on Twitter, @caralockwood.

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Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

Introduction

Dear Reader

Title Page

About the Author

Dedication

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

EPILOGUE

Extract

Copyright

PROLOGUE

THE BITTER, UNSEASONABLE, cold March wind whipped across Lake Michigan, whirling flakes of snow outside the high-rise condo in Chicago as Allie Osaka tore into one of dozens of boxes, all marked with the names of high-end stores.

She felt giddy as she dug into yet another wedding gift. Would it be the fancy coffeemaker? That crystal bowl she loved so much? She slipped her hands into the foam packing peanuts and pulled out two beautiful champagne flutes from her fiancé’s uncle. She held them up to the light, admiring their sleek, yet delicate, design, and then carefully put them aside, marking down the item and name on her notepad for the thank-you she’d be writing later. The wedding would be in less than a month, but already they’d been swamped with presents.

She always loved staying over at Jason’s swank Loop condo with the breathtaking views of the massive lake, but now it was even more special, because every Sunday morning felt like Christmas: waking up to piles of gifts just waiting to be opened, each representing some new glimpse of their future life together. The pie plates she’d use on their next Thanksgiving or the coffee mugs they’d use daily. She felt suddenly grateful for Jason’s large family. It had been just her and her mom for nearly as long as she could remember. Her grandmother lived in Hawaii, but other than that, no aunts or uncles, and just a few distant cousins she didn’t know well. Allie worried a little about how lopsided the bride’s side of the church would be, but Jason promised he’d have his family fill out the seats. That was Jason: thoughtful to a fault.

Allie whipped her jet-black hair over one shoulder and pulled another in the stack of boxes toward her as Jason wandered out of the bedroom after he’d gotten dressed.

“Are you starting without me?” Jason protested as he headed to the kitchen, grabbing a mug from the cabinet. He poured himself a cup of coffee. He’d thrown on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, the uniform she loved him in more than his usual work attire of tailored suits.

“I warned you I would if you kept on that iPad of yours.”

“Fair enough.” Jason was always busy scrolling through something or another on his tablet, usually related to his job. Allie had gotten up and dressed more than an hour before while he’d lain in bed, scrolling through emails. “I had to confirm my Boston trip this week.”

Jason traveled a lot, an expectation of working for a capital start-up firm, scouring the country for the next big thing.

“Uncle Mort got us flutes,” she said, nodding to the delicate stemmed glasses as she cut into the next box.

“Good ol’ Uncle Mort.” Jason padded over to Allie and gave her a peck on the top of her head. “Good nearly afternoon, beautiful,” he said, brown eyes sparkling as he grinned, sipping at the steaming cup. Allie beamed back up at him, and she felt so happy.

She curled a strand of her shiny black hair behind her ear as she noticed the box in front of her had no return address, only black marker with Jason’s name and address on the front. Probably someone who didn’t choose to buy something online, Allie thought. Like maybe one of Jason’s great-aunts. She glanced at Jason, who stood staring out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the snow.

She tore open the box and dug through wadded-up tissue paper. The minute she touched the coiled-up leather buried beneath, she knew something was wrong. This wasn’t anything she’d asked for. She pulled out the packing material and stared, dumbfounded, at the contents: a thick leather whip, a spiked dog collar and...a leather harness...and a frilly black lace thong?

Her first instinct was to laugh, a loud, braying bark, and to hold it up to Jason so they could both shake their heads at whichever of their friends had thought this was an appropriate wedding gift. Probably his best man, Stephen. All some elaborate joke. But something stopped her, a tickling doubt, a small pinprick of dread in the pit of her stomach.

She reached for the envelope neatly folded in the back. It had Jason scribbled in a feminine loop on the front. It must be some joke. Yes, something they’d laugh about at the wedding, a story they’d retell over and over again. Remember when...

But then she pulled the card out and read,

Jason,

You told me no more texts or emails because you didn’t want that bland little fiancée of yours to see them, but you didn’t say anything about snail mail. I’ve been a bad girl and need another spanking. I expect to be punished severely when you’re in Boston this week. Just like last time.

Xoxo,

Lisa

Lisa? As in Lisa Holly, Jason’s contact for the Boston project? That Lisa?

Allie’s heart pounded beneath her wool sweater, blood rushing loud in her ears. Fear and dread seized her. She wanted to run before her brain put together the clues before her. She wanted to close her eyes and hit Reverse, losing herself in the warm, safe bubble of her wedding plans.

“Wow, it looks miserable out there,” Jason said, his back still to her as he watched the snowflakes whirl. “Let’s not go anywhere today, all right, babe? Let’s stay right here and hibernate.”

Jason’s voice sounded muffled and far off, as if he was on the other side of a wall. Just like last time. Allie read the words once more. Her mind whirled. When was the last time Jason had been in Boston? Just a week ago.

Allie felt light-headed and sick, suddenly.

Bland little fiancée.

Was that what she was?

Allie blinked three more times, as if somehow she could make the words disappear from the page. They didn’t. And something else sat in the envelope. She tugged out a photo: Lisa, she presumed, a pale, freckled redhead, clad only in the spiked dog collar and a black thong, her pink nipples erect. Oh, God. She wore the same collar and thong sitting in the box before her. She wanted to fold it all up and pretend she’d never found it. But she had. Maybe there was still some way this could be made right. Maybe Jason could somehow explain this. She knew he couldn’t, but part of her still hoped.

“Jason?” Allie’s voice sounded strange to her own ears. Eerily calm as she held up the photo in her hand. “What is this?”

Jason turned, mug in hand, expecting, no doubt, to see some harmless kitchen gadget. When he saw the photo, all the blood drained from his face. That expression told Allie everything she needed to know: it wasn’t a prank. It was true. All of it was true. He’d been sleeping with this woman—no, spanking her. For God knows how long. His Boston project had been going on for... God, more than a year.

“Allie... I...” Jason put down his mug and stepped toward her. Allie jumped to her feet, hands up.

In that moment, Allie felt like such a fool. “I trusted you,” she said, and realized how dumb she sounded for saying it. What about her life had told her that trusting people ever worked out? They always found a way to disappoint. “How long?”

“What?”

“How long have you been...into this?” Allie held up the coiled whip.

“Allie, it’s... I don’t know, it just sort of happened.”

“How long?” Allie’s voice rose, her blood rushing in her ears.

She glared at him and saw he was tempted to lie.

“I don’t know. A year, maybe more.” Jason’s shoulders slumped. “I always wanted to tell you, Allie. I just never knew how.”

Jason had proposed to her six months ago, smack in the middle of whatever twisted stuff he was doing with Lisa Holly.

“Who else?” Allie demanded, suddenly imagining an army of women wearing dog collars and handcuffs marching through his bedroom. “Besides Lisa.” If there was one thing Allie knew about betrayal, it was that it never happened just once.

“Allie, knowing that isn’t going to help you.”

“So more than just Lisa, then.” Her suspicions were confirmed. Did it matter how many others? A steel wall came down then; she could almost hear the clang of metal encasing her heart. I never should’ve unlocked that gate to begin with. I should’ve known this would happen. My fault. It won’t happen again.

Jason grabbed her shoulders. She shrugged him off.

“Don’t touch me,” she warned him.

“You never wanted to...experiment with me.” Now he was going to make it her fault. Allie felt like laughing and crying all at the same time. “You know, I tried asking.” Jason frowned.

“I told you I didn’t want to play Fifty Shades of Grey,” she snapped, and she meant it. Nothing about pain and sex went together, in her opinion. “I told you that wasn’t my thing. If that’s what you want, you need to be with someone else.”

“Allie...”

“If I was too...too...bland for you, why did you propose?”

“Because I love you, Allie. Because...because my family loves you. Because...you had smarts, looks and everything I needed in a wife...”

“Except a twisted streak.”

Bland. Bland. Bland. She couldn’t get the word out of her head.

“Come on, Allie. This doesn’t have to be a thing. It’s not like I love Lisa Holly, or...any of the others. It’s just something I like to do. A hobby.” Jason rubbed his brown shaggy hair with a frustrated swipe of his hand.

“Are you serious?” Allie couldn’t believe her ears. Was he telling her that him sleeping...spanking...and God knows what else with other women was a hobby?

“Golf is a hobby, Jason. This—” she held up the photo with shaking hands “—is not a hobby. This is—”

“You don’t have to make this into anything.” Jason took another step toward her. She took one more back. He wasn’t getting near her. Not now, maybe not ever. “Actually, it’s good you know. We should start off the marriage being honest with one another. I’ve been wanting to ask you for a long time about an open marriage. I was going to wait at least until after the honeymoon to bring it up, but now this is much better. Now we can talk about it.”

Open marriage? Allie felt the room spin. She’d thought all the grenades had exploded, but here Jason had somehow detonated another one. She wanted to laugh. He thought she’d agree to that. He clearly didn’t know her at all.

“God...” Allie thought about calling off all the wedding plans, about losing the deposits they’d put down, about going public with the fact the wedding was off. “This is so complicated.” Allie felt her whole world caving in, everything she thought she knew turned upside down.

“When you think about it, it’s actually very simple.” Jason had the nerve to smile. She wanted to slap it off his face. Nothing about this seemed wrong to him at all. He actually looked philosophical. Not the least bit contrite. The man felt zero guilt about anything he’d done. That realization sliced through Allie like a cold wind. “We’re on much better footing now that you understand my needs. We’ll have an even stronger marriage because of it. This will be better than before. You’ll see.”

“No.” Allie had been a fool to trust him once. She wasn’t about to trust him again. Allie stalked over to his front door, grabbed her coat and stomped her feet into her Sorel snow boots.

“Allie, don’t make this such a big deal. We can talk about it. Think about how great this is for you. You can sleep with any man you want. I can do what you don’t like with someone else. We’ll both be happy. You’ll see. We can talk about it.”

“Nothing to talk about,” she said as she felt the tears burn behind her eyes. She didn’t want him to see her cry. He’d played her for a fool, but she’d manage to hold on to her last shred of dignity.

“Allie...”

“Go to hell, Jason,” she muttered as she spared one last glance at the stacks of beautiful wedding gifts. She’d never get to use them. She’d never have the life she thought of with Jason, or the big, warm, loving family she’d always wanted. Allie rushed outside, half expecting Jason to follow, but he didn’t. She flew into the first open elevator, jamming the main-floor button. By the time she ran across the lobby, her vision was blurry with tears as she burst through the revolving doors into the frigid Chicago air. She exhaled sharp breaths in cold, white clouds as she half ran, half stumbled down the sidewalk, nearly careening into people as she went. She felt as if she was breaking apart, her heart splintering like broken ice.

Her phone blared an incoming call in her pocket. She fumbled for it, hoping that, somehow, Jason would make this all right. He’d beg to have her back, see the error in his ways, tell her he’d been a fool. Maybe she could learn to forgive him if he really was sorry. She couldn’t believe she was even considering it, but at that moment, the pain hurt too much. She just wanted it to go away.

“Allie?” her mother’s voice came through the line, sounding thick with tears. “I have some bad news.”

Allie felt numb. What now? What could possibly make this day any worse?

“Allie, honey, Grandma Osaka died.”

CHAPTER ONE

A month later

DALLAS MCCORMICK CROUCHED near the rainwater tank on the Kona Coffee Estate, where one of the pipes had sprung a leak. The warm Hawaiian sun beamed down on him as he whipped off his T-shirt to help himself cool off. From his vantage point, the property sloped on a rising hillside, where he could just see the sparkling blue of the Pacific Ocean framed by green palm trees.

Perspiration dripped down his back as he grabbed a wrench from his trusty red metal toolbox. He tipped up his straw cowboy hat to get a better look at the problem: a leaky pipe leading to the holding tank. Misuko—Misu to those who knew her—might be dead, God rest her soul, but he still had a job to do on the plantation.

“You gonna stare at that pipe all day or fix it?” The voice belonged to Kai Brady, the dark-haired thirtyish pro surfer and Big Island living legend. He’d walked over from the house next door, which belonged to his aunt Kaimana, and where he’d grown up. Now he lived in a luxury condo near the beach, where the biggest breaks of the island rolled in daily. He still competed, carried a few endorsement deals and managed to find some other businesses to keep himself busy.

Dallas stood, and the two old friends clasped hands, a big grin spreading on Dallas’s face.

“Why aren’t you out surfing?”

“Already been,” Kai admitted, and smiled. “Started at five, done by ten. If you don’t watch the sun rise over the ocean, what’s the point?”

“Indeed.” Dallas laughed. “And who’s running the coffee shop?”

“Jesse, naturally.” Hula Coffee was one of his side businesses, a coffee shop in nearby Kailua-Kona he ran with his half sister, Jesse. “It’s slow. You know the tourists don’t get up till eleven.” Kai shrugged. His eyes were covered by mirrored sunglasses, and he wore his thick black hair short and spiky. Kai, a quarter Hawaiian, a quarter Japanese and half Irish, was slimmer than Dallas, but nearly as tall. He was all wiry, tanned muscle.

“Aunt Kaimana told me to come check on you. She’s worried, now that you own this place.”

“Half this place,” Dallas corrected. He still couldn’t quite believe Misu had put him in her will. She’d been like family to him, but still. He wasn’t, technically, related. Where he came from in West Texas, only blood mattered. “The other half goes to her granddaughter.”

“Kaimana says she should’ve left it all to you. She’s worried about the festival.”

“It’s still seven months away!” Dallas exclaimed. Granted, the Kona Coffee Festival and Competition every fall was a district-wide event. Anyone who grew coffee on the Big Island participated, and winners got bragging rights all year round. The Kona Coffee Estate had lost out the past three years to Hawaiian Queen Coffee, but Dallas was hoping to change that this year with a new roaster and renewed determination. It had been Misu’s greatest wish to win.

Linus the goat, Misu’s old “organic lawnmower,” as she used to call her, ambled up then. She brayed and looked at the two men, but neither had snacks for her.

“Never too early to start strategizing. That’s what Kaimana says.” Kai shrugged. “And forget the competition. The shop needs your coffee. It’s the favorite house brew.” Hula Roast bought half the coffee produced on the estate. Without Hula Coffee, the Kona Coffee Estate would’ve gone bankrupt years ago. But people here on the Big Island looked out for one another. Tourists came and went, but locals were forever.

“I’m worried the granddaughter may want to sell. I can’t break up the estate. Not if I want it to work.” The roasting barn was on her side of the middle-line marker, which ran east to west across the property. He’d have to cough up tens of thousands to replace those buildings, and he’d have to give up prime coffee-growing land to build the barn, which he didn’t want to do but would if he had to. Coffee growing had seeped into his blood. Learning how to grow something as special as Kona coffee—a kind grown nowhere else on earth—had been a revelation. He’d finally found work he was proud of doing. The Kona Coffee Estate became the home he’d always wished he’d had growing up, and nothing scared him more than losing it.

The tall coffee trees stood, some branches heavy with sweet-smelling white flowers and others teaming with green coffee berries. When they turned red, it would be time to harvest. Kai kicked a toe in the dirt. He shifted uncomfortably. Clearly, he had something on his mind other than coffee.

“I saw Jennifer yesterday,” he said at last. “She came into the shop.”

Dallas’s spine stiffened. He didn’t want to hear about Jennifer.

“Yeah?” Dallas tried to keep his voice neutral, but failed. Even at the very mention of her, his blood pressure shot up, and he had to fight the urge to ball his hands into fists. His ex’s name had become a fighting word.

“Kayla was with her. She’s growing big. Like waist high now. She’s going to start kindergarten in the fall. She asked about you.”

The words felt like poison darts aimed at his back. “I don’t want to talk about them.” Dallas set his mouth in a thin line, feeling every bit of raging emotion running through his chest. Kai meant well, he knew it, but he couldn’t talk about Jennifer and Kayla. Not now. Maybe not ever. It was bad enough he saw Jennifer’s beaming face on all those real estate billboards from here to Hilo, now featuring Jennifer Thomas, Hawaii reality show star. He didn’t need any more bitter reminders.