CHAPTER<br >White sand extended wide up from the sapphire<br >Pacific. Jacob Bolt lay flat and sacrificial on the<br >warm grains in a deserted， scimitar-shaped cove<br >sheltered by fragrant frangipani and bougainvillea.<br >His tired body soaked up the heat from the shim-<br >mering sand and sun. Near his feet the surf roiled<br >and crashed. In the emerald foliage behind him<br > birds sang and fluffed rainbow feathers. Above him<br >.~e balmy May trade winds rustled through palm<br >fronds.<br > "A white hibiscus，" Tami said beside him.<br >"Kokio keokeo， white-white. Sorry， I don t have a<br >lily."<br > Bolt felt the hibiscus land on his naked chest，<br >light and scratchy. She meant a death lily， and that<br >he exuded the vitality of a corpse. He grinned. His<br >eyes remained closed beneath his Rayban sun-<br >glasses. God， he was tired.<br > "Is that a hint?" he said dryly.<br > Bolt saw her in his mind. Midtwenties， tiny<br >and slender， high tight breasts beneath the string<br >bikini top. Her name was Tami Tanaka and she<br >was Hawaiian-Japanese， maybe with a touch of<br >Caucasian and Filipino. She was beautiful in that<br >moist， allover golden glow that came from the<br ><br >