CANDICE'S P O V
Chad came back carrying a bottle of champagne, two champagne flutes, while already dressed in swimming trunks. He also had a plate of strawberries with him.
As he moved closer to me, I couldn't help but study him. He's also a gorgeous man, much like Mr. Gonzalez. He’s slim and muscular, and tall. Even though he looked like a supermodel with his dark jet-black hair and green eyes, he appeared to be a professional player.
During our conversation… he mentioned that he had never been on a date with a Hawaiian woman and asked if I knew someone who I could introduce to him so that he could go on a blind date with them.
‘‘All of them are taken…’’ I said, chuckling. He was hilarious, and he had an effortless knack of making me laugh out loud. It wasn't necessary for me to put on an act when I laughed at his jokes because he had a natural ability to do so.
‘‘Tell me, Candice...’’ He spoke in a hushed tone. ‘‘Do you not even remember me at this point?’’