It must’ve been the hundredth time Tori had said that in the past thirty-six hours or so, and Adam still smiled every time he heard it. He grasped her hand where it was resting on the armrest between their seats and looked past her out of the plane’s window. They were on their final descent and could see the islands now, breaking up the vast continuity of the Pacific Ocean they’d been flying over for several hours. The cabin crew had come through and collected their drink cups a few minutes earlier, so Adam put his tray table up then watched Tori’s profile as she stared out of the window. When they’d talked a couple of weeks previously about how she’d never been to Hawaii, the longing in her voice had struck a chord in Adam. Tori loved being on the small section of beach just blocks from her condo and walked there almost daily. But to think she’d never experienced the beautiful exotic difference of Hawaii when it was so easy to get there had seemed a shame to Adam. So he’d started looking into planning a trip and had found that, since it was summer, it was fairly inexpensive to fly there and vacation rentals were plentiful.
