“Yes, but what’s next for you two? Do you have another trip planned?” she probed. Yep, she’d definitely forgotten everything I’d told her at the party.

“Not yet,” I said as casually as possible. I caught her eye across the table and she pursed her lips, finally seeming to catch on.

“Well, I meant what I said before. If you’re looking for somewhere to go, I’d love to see you in Dublin. And, the spare room has a queen bed,” she said, raising her eyebrows at us.

“That could be a lot of fun, Siobhan. Thanks. We’ll definitely let you know,” I replied, hoping she’d drop the subject.

If I was going back to Siobhan’s part of the world, it was unlikely I’d be going with Josh. I’d probably be going to see James—and Cat, of course.

The reality of my tenuous romantic situation was insinuating itself into my holiday and into my—dare I say it?—vacationship. Somehow, I got through ordering, eating, and general chit-chat even though I felt like a duplicitous heel. I was actually relieved when Siobhan said she needed to get going and finish packing.

I hugged her tightly. “I’ve loved spending time with you. You’re amazing.”

“You too, lovely. An absolute pleasure.” She added in a whisper, “I hope it all works out.” I knew she meant with Josh.

We pulled back and grasped hands, regarding each other. I really hoped I would see her again; I’d fallen a little in love with her, especially her enthusiasm for life.

She turned to Josh. “Goodbye, you gorgeous, gorgeous man, you,” she said, giving him a big hug.

“It was great to meet you,” he replied. I could see his smile over Siobhan’s shoulder.

We waved her off to her part of the resort and, yes, I got a little teary. Even though I hadn’t known her long, she’d become a friend and, besides, goodbyes suck, remember?

“Shall we go see a volcano?” asked Josh. I could tell he was trying to cheer me up, and I decided to let him.

Our plan was to drive up to Haleakala Crater and go hiking—so, not exactly a volcano, but it was supposed to be spectacular up there, and I needed as much spectacular as possible, because the next day was really going to suck—another frigging goodbye. Ugh.

“Let’s go see a volcano,” I replied, more cheerfully than I felt.

I needed to change—a maxi dress wasn’t a good choice for hiking around a dormant volcano, so we headed back to the room to get ready. I put on some shorts, a tank top, and my runners—basically a replica of my Lara Croft outfit, only not splattered in mud.

We sunscreened up and stocked up on bottled water, then Josh called down to ask the valet to bring our car around. I was glad we’d decided to keep it after Hana. Not only could we get ourselves up to the crater, Josh could drive me to the airport in the morning.