Chapter 1
My sister called just as the radio began a new Christmas song. Bing Crosby sang about Hawaii’s way of saying Merry Christmas. I considered ignoring her call. It couldn’t be good, of that I was sure. I checked the boxes on the list on my clipboard and signed it, then handed it to my assistant, a cute young Hawaiian named Rory.
“Yeah, Suzy?” I answered.
“Oh, at last. Geez, Mackenzie, I thought I was getting your voice mail again.”
My other line clicked. “Hang on.” I switched over. “Mackenzie Grayson.” The woman on the other hand rattled off questions about the spring collection. “No, it’s Robin’s egg blue. Hang on.” Switched back to my sister. “I have to take this call.”
“Oh no, you don’t. Do you know how hard it is to get ahold of you? Tell the other call you’ll call them bac
