Boasting its own beach, it also allowed a fabulous view of the bay. “I’ll bet the sunrises are fantastic,” Dallas said as they approached the lodge where the housing officer at the naval station had arranged for them to stay. “I guess we’ll find out tomorrow,” she murmured. “I spent two years on Pearl growing up, and we came over here to the beach from time to time, but never that early.” “So,” he said, “were you one of those military brats who automatically fit in wherever you went? Or would you rather have missed the opportunity to attend six schools in twelve years?” “It was eight.” Down below the cliff, sailboats were skimming over unbelievably blue water. Dallas, who’d grown up in the flat brown oil patch of Texas, figured being stationed in Hawaii wouldn’t exactly be hardship duty. “My sister, Merry—” “The pregnant designer,” he remembered. As if he’d ever be able to forget that knockout hot dress. “The designer,” she agreed. “Merry was one of those who fit right in immediately, wherever we landed.
