Impulsive by Helenkay Dimon Page B

try a lot of kissing and then some cleanup.”
    Her hands found their way to his neck again. “I’m starting to like you, Eric Kimura.”
    â€œI’ll remember that when I’m looking for campaign volunteers.”
    Then his mouth was on hers and she forgot about anything other than him.

Chapter 6
    T he idea of going home and facing Cara’s verbal firing line held zero appeal to Katie. Talking to Jimmy wasn’t a great option either, but he kept texting. If it took a face-to-face to get him to leave her alone about this, she was willing to waste ten minutes.
    She shoved open the door to the diner, all full of attitude and spit, ready to set her friend straight. They’d known each other since she’d left home just out of high school to live on Kauai. She’d roamed the beaches, waitressed for food and a bit of spare change, and otherwise got into a lot of trouble. Jimmy worked odd jobs but stayed away from anything illegal, so he was the one person from her past she stayed in contact with after she beat the bogus drug rap and eventually moved back in with her sister on Oahu eighteen months ago.
    Jimmy got her the job watching Eric at the wedding.
    Now Jimmy needed to go away.
    She slid into the fake red leather booth across from him. He was one of those guys who radiated sunshine. Sunny blond hair and a laidback demeanor that fit the slopes more than the surf. But Jimmy was a local boy. Born and raised not far from Pearl Harbor and totally at home in the water.
    Today he wore his usual uniform of a faded tee, a bathing suit, and flip-flops. Not the kind of guy she thought of as a political operative, but then Jimmy knew everyone. If you had a unique job, he’d find a way to get it done.
    â€œLooking good, Katie.” He shoved a menu in her direction. “But that’s nothing new.”
    She knew he liked to play the charm card. It never worked on her. Despite his being slightly older, she always thought of him as a kid. “I’m not here for food.”
    â€œFair enough.” He folded his arms and leaned in close. “What took you so long to get back to me?”
    â€œI was busy.”
    â€œThe catering thing?”
    â€œIt’s a real job.”
    He held up his hands. “Hey, I’m not knocking. We all got bills.”
    â€œYou need to stop texting me. My sister thinks something’s wrong. She’s just starting to trust me again, and this doesn’t help that process go easier.”
    â€œI would, but we have some trouble.” He took out a printout. “Need to do some cleanup.”
    â€œWhat does that mean?”
    Jimmy waited until the server put down two glasses of water and walked away. “My client thinks we missed something on our boy Kimura and his social life.”
    She’d told many half-truths over the past week, but she could answer this one honestly. She tapped her fingernail against the menu. “I’m telling you, Eric did not go near Deana except when he left the reception. Even then, the groom was standing right there. I doubt Eric made a pass with the groom watching.”
    â€œA witness at the wedding says Eric disappeared for about a half hour right after the meal was served. Missed the entire dinner portion of the reception and cut out right after.”
    Good thing Katie hadn’t eaten because she’d be losing it about now. “Witness?’
    â€œOur boy came back looking like he’d been enjoying the party favors, if you know what I mean.”
    The world spun so fast around her that she got dizzy. Somehow she grabbed onto the edge of the table and managed to stay upright. “You actually think Eric had sex with the bride at her own wedding?”
    Jimmy shrugged. “Doesn’t matter what I think. We’re getting paid for primo facts on this one.”
    If someone had seen Eric leave, that same someone might have seen him with her. Screw the job and Jimmy and whoever