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  The Ex-Wife

  Megan McNeil is genuinely happy to escort her little girls to their father’s wedding in Kauai, Hawaii—even though she feels like a third wheel. One gorgeous groomsman definitely disagrees. But are they both carrying too much baggage to begin a new romance?

  The Best Man

  Devlin Marshall won’t let anything spoil his buddy’s big day—not even his own rocky marriage. Secrets and mistrust have divided him from his Amy, but the love in the air seems to be catching….

  The Sister

  Family comes first. Deep down, Gabi Foster knows it, but this holiday is hurting her career. Can a sweet, sexy surfing instructor convince her that love is worth more than a business deal?

  Praise for

  USA TODAY bestselling author

  RaeAnne Thayne

  “A story of love, forgiveness and healing. Once again, Thayne proves she has a knack for capturing those emotions that come from the heart.”

  —RT Book Reviews on Willowleaf Lane

  “Thayne pens another winner by combining her huge, boisterous cast of familiar, lovable characters with a beautiful setting and a wonderful story.”

  —RT Book Reviews on Currant Creek Valley

  “Thayne, once again, delivers a heartfelt story of a caring community and a caring romance between adults who have triumphed over tragedy.”

  —Booklist on Woodrose Mountain

  Praise for USA TODAY bestselling author

  Marie Ferrarella

  “Ferrarella’s engaging romance takes a sad occasion and turns it into joy. The characters are fascinating and will leave readers eager to hear their stories.”

  —RT Book Reviews on Innkeeper’s Daughter

  “Crisp storytelling combines with sympathetic, genuine characters for an entertaining, heartwarming read.”

  —RT Book Reviews on Cavanaugh on Duty

  Praise for USA TODAY bestselling author

  Leanne Banks

  “Banks’…holiday story,

  featuring two authentic and memorable leads,

  is both heart-wrenching and heartwarming.”

  —RT Book Reviews on A Maverick for the Holidays

  “Banks’s prose sparkles with energy and heart…

  the story strikes a true vein of gold.”

  —Publishers Weekly on Some Girls Do

  RAEANNE THAYNE

  finds inspiration in the beautiful northern Utah mountains, where she lives with her wonderful family. Her books have won numerous honors, including four RITA® Award nominations from the Romance Writers of America and a Career Achievement Award from RT Book Reviews magazine. RaeAnne loves to hear from readers and can be reached through her website at www.raeannethayne.com.

  MARIE FERRARELLA

  earned a master’s degree in Shakespearean comedy, and, perhaps as a result, her writing is distinguished by humor and natural dialogue. This RITA® Award–winning author’s goal is to entertain and to make people laugh and feel good. She has written more than 240 books for Harlequin and Silhouette Books, some under the name Marie Nicole. Her romances are beloved by fans worldwide and have been translated into Spanish, Italian, German, Russian, Polish, Japanese and Korean. Visit Marie’s website at www.marieferrarella.com.

  LEANNE BANKS

  is a USA TODAY bestselling author with over sixty books to her credit. She has won many awards and accolades, but she is most thrilled to hear from readers when they enjoy her books. Leanne lives in Virginia with her family and her little muse, a four-and-a-half-pound Pomeranian named Bijou. You can learn more about Leanne on her webpage, www.leannebanks.com, and on Facebook, www.facebook.com/leanne.banks.

  To Dan, Angela, Odell, Terri, Everett

  and Val for all the fantastic island memories. Mahalo nui loa!

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  Hawaiian Holiday by RaeAnne Thayne

  Hawaiian Reunion by Marie Ferrarella

  Hawaiian Retreat by Leanne Banks

  Hawaiian Holiday

  RaeAnne Thayne

  Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER ONE

  MEGAN MCNEIL WAS already exhausted.

  By the time she’d herded two wildly excited seven-year-old girls, three carry-on bags, two backpacks, a wheelchair, a walker and a small cooler of medications that had needed to be hand-screened by security at O’Hare, she only wanted to curl up somewhere and take a nap.

  It didn’t help that she really, really didn’t want to be here in the first place.

  “We’re going to Hawaii. We’re going to Hawaii,” her daughter Sarah chanted in a singsong voice.

  Grace added her own verse. “We’re gonna swim in the ocean. And I can’t wa-ait.”

  A few passersby smiled at the identical twin girls and their exuberance.

  “Yes, we are,” Megan said, trying to tug her shoes on again and stuff all their stray possessions—hoodies, cell phone, laptop—back into the carry-on bags. “It’s going to be wonderful fun, isn’t it?”

  But first, they had to survive the nine-hour trip.

  When everything was carefully stowed again, Megan hung Grace’s bag on the back of her chair, helped Sarah into her backpack, grabbed her own carry-ons and checked their gate assignment one last time. Of course, it would be the farthest one from their current position. Nothing about this trip was likely to be easy.

  “All right, let’s go catch an airplane,” she said to her daughters.

  “I’ll push,” Sarah insisted—as she so often did on the rare occasions when Grace’s moderate cerebral palsy tired her so much she needed the chair for distances. Sarah moved behind her twin’s wheelchair to do the honors.

  “Thank you, sweetheart. We’re looking for Gate 21. Can you watch for that?”

  “I’ll find it, Mommy,” Grace offered, ever helpful. They made their way, weaving and dodging around other travelers until they finally found the right gate. Even if Megan hadn’t seen the sign, she would have figured it out by the preponderance of brightly colored Hawaiian shirts

  “Look! There’s Daddy,” Grace exclaimed, clapping her hands. She and Sarah both gave vigorous waves and Sarah called out to Nick.

  He and Cara stood surrounded by family members, but when he heard Sarah he immediately hurried over to them.

  “There’re my girls. I was starting to worry you wouldn’t make it!” He hugged Sarah tightly and kissed her cheek, then bent down to do the same for Grace.

  After he had greeted their daughters, he turned to give Megan a warm hug.

  “Thank you so much for doing this, Megs. It means the world to both Cara and me.”

  She hugged him back, gave him a kiss on the cheek and then stepped away. He looked good, she had to admit—smiling, relaxed and far happier than he had ever been during their short-lived marriage.

  “The girls are both over the moon,” she told him. “The beach and their dad’s wedding all in one trip. What could be more fun? I don’t think either of them slept a wink last night. I went in after midnight and had to put Sarah back in her own room or they would have giggled all nig
ht.”

  She didn’t add that she wasn’t looking forward to a nine-hour flight with two tired girls. She could only hope they would nap a little on the way.

  Before Nick could respond, his fiancée, Cara, approached them. She glowed with happiness. If she didn’t like the other woman so much, Megan might have been seriously annoyed at how great she looked, considering her own chaos of the last hour.

  Cara hugged her. “You’re here! I was worried you would miss the flight.”

  “We made it. No worries.”

  She was happy for Nick and Cara. She really was. The two of them made a beautiful couple, the handsome firefighter and his blonde, lovely bride. They were deeply in love and it was obvious to everyone who knew them.

  Nick had never looked at her the way he did Cara. Theirs hadn’t been a romantic destination wedding with all their closest friends and family, but rather frightened, hurried vows exchanged in her hospital room. She’d been on strict bedrest to avoid going into extremely premature labor with the twins.

  Megan and Nick really had barely known each other, had dated for only a few months—and had slept together exactly twice. While she had liked Nick, and had been lonely and a little lost at the time, they never really generated much spark.

  By mutual consent, they had both begun dating other people when Megan discovered she was pregnant, despite the condom Nick had used. As he was the only man she’d slept with in more than a year, she knew he had to be the father.

  More than eight years later, she could still remember her stunned devastation when that pregnancy test turned positive. At the time, she was still a year away from graduating with her RN, living on scholarships and financial aid and the carefully parsed-out proceeds of her parents’ life insurance policies.

  She could barely take care of herself, forget about another human being—and then came the further shock when an ultrasound revealed twin girls.

  She and Nick had considered giving the girls up for adoption. That had seemed the logical decision for two people who had no real foundation to build a life together—and never really wanted to take that step in the first place.

  But when she went into labor eighteen weeks early, everything drilled down to a fight for their daughters’ survival.

  They had decided to marry so she and the girls could be covered by his medical insurance policy as a Chicago firefighter. It had seemed the logical, wise decision.

  They’d never been in love, though they tried to pretend otherwise through the frightening weeks she’d been on hospital bedrest, each moment tense and anxious, then the long weeks while their girls were in the neonatal ICU, and afterward, when their life had become a blur of medical appointments and tests.

  Eventually, they couldn’t pretend anymore. By the time the girls were two and Grace had been diagnosed with prematurity-related cerebral palsy, both of them had realized they made better friends and coparents than husband and wife. Megan had always considered their divorce the very definition of amicable.

  Friendly or not, Megan still didn’t feel she belonged at this wedding.

  Grace’s medical needs were complicated, though, between her overnight gastric-tube feedings, her medications and her breathing treatments. Megan couldn’t put her on a plane and send her away with just anyone. While Nick and Cara were experienced enough to handle any complications, and Nick’s mother, Jean, was comfortable caring for her, all of them would be focused on the wedding, not on a needy seven-year-old girl.

  The hard reality was that Grace couldn’t go to Kauai unless Megan went along to take care of her, and Sarah—sweet, loyal, loving Sarah—wouldn’t attend her father’s wedding unless her sister could go, too.

  So here Megan was, swallowing her social awkwardness at feeling like an interloper and focusing instead on her genuine happiness that Nick had found someone as wonderful as Cara to be stepmother to her twins.

  “We should have thought to help you through security,” Cara exclaimed. “Was it a nightmare?”

  “Not too bad,” Megan lied.

  “The good news is, the plane is on time. They should be boarding in twenty minutes or so. Let’s find you a place to sit. Looks like there’s room over by my brother. I’m so excited you finally have the chance to meet him. He’s fantastic. You’ll love him.”

  Cara led them over to a row of chairs with a few empty seats on the end and a convenient spot to park Grace’s wheelchair. She could see a tall guy with dark hair, but she couldn’t see his face—he was turned away, speaking with an elderly woman she guessed was a grandmother.

  “He can help you carry all this stuff onto the plane. Shane, this is Megan, Nick’s first wife, and these are their gorgeous daughters, Sarah and Grace. Girls, this is my brother Shane. I guess he’ll be your new step-uncle.”

  Her brother turned around with a smile...and Megan’s stomach did a somersault.

  It was him. Sexy ER Guy.

  Oh. She only needed this to ratchet the fun factor into the stratosphere. She felt as if she’d just thrust her face into a hot, steamy sauna and her vague sense of awkwardness at being here for Nick’s wedding suddenly nosedived into excruciating embarrassment.

  She saw startled recognition flash in his blue, blue eyes before he smoothly hid it.

  “Hi, Megan. Nice to meet you,” he said. Oh, how could she have forgotten that delicious voice? It had been one of the first things she had been drawn to a month ago during their brief ER interaction.

  “Um, hi,” she mumbled.

  “Sit by me,” Grace demanded of her sister, and Sarah dutifully plopped onto the aisle seat next to the wheelchair, which only left the spot right next to Cara’s extremely sexy brother.

  Despite the heat still burning through her cheeks, she stood frozen with indecision. Oh, could this day possibly get any worse?

  Nick’s mother, her former mother-in-law, Jean, came over just then. She brushed her cheek to Megan’s before greeting her granddaughters. “Hello, my darlings!”

  Since their grandmother was there, Megan seized on it as a ready excuse to escape 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.

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bsp; 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.