just want you to stop.â
âHow can you ask me that?â I said tersely.
Keawe frowned. âYou have to understand, this is not a good situation for me.â
âAnd this is a good situation for me ?â I said. âYouâre an asshole. You have a wife, a family, and expect me to act like your girlfriend in private and nothing in public?â
âHey, you knew what you were getting into, Alli. We just need a little time andââ
âTime? Iâll give you time,â I said, opening the car door. âHereâs your time, fucker!â I slammed the door and stormed off. I donât know if he would have followed me or not, but the sergeant walked up and I had to fall into step with him.
âYou still here, Moore?â he asked.
âYeah, Iâve got a lot of work to do.â
Work was the only way I was going to get by without Keawe, I decided. I needed to move on, forget about him.
I hated that Keawe was interfering with my work, which was the thing I most loved about my life.
He called later that night, and then came over. Of course we got back together.
I tried to break up with him a couple of times after that, but it never lasted. We were addicted to each other. A secret addiction. His wife knew nothing. My family knew I had a boyfriend, but they didnât know he was married. Or a cop. And though Keawe had told one of his friends by now and I had already told Dina and she told Ed, no one else in the department knew about our affair, as far as we knew.
The more intense our relationship became, the more I worked. I didnât want to go home alone and think about him being with his wife. I knew I was in a doomed relationship, but I couldnât make myself end it. On the one hand, I was furious at myself. I was a cop, and here I was at the mercy of a man. Yet all I wanted to do was be with Keawe. He was becoming as important as my work. Maybe more important.
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In early May, ten months after my affair with Keawe had begun, I missed a period. We had been carefulâI thought we had, anywayâsoI didnât think anything of it at first. I figured it was stress. Working too much, working too hard.
I forgot about it, actually, but a couple of weeks later, I was driving home from work and suddenly felt nauseous.
I pulled over and put my head on the steering wheel until the feeling passed. Lifting my head, I slammed my palm on the wheel.
âMotherfucker!â I yelled. At myself.
I wanted to stop at the drugstore right away and buy a pregnancy test, but I was still in uniform. I stood out on the islandâI couldnât risk anyone talking about âthe blond cop who bought a pregnancy testââso I drove home and changed into running shorts and a T-shirt, gathered my hair in a ponytail and put on a baseball cap, and then went to Longâs Drugs in Kihei. Filling up a basket with a bunch of shampoo and other toiletries, I headed toward the counter and threw in a pregnancy test at the last moment. I got back in my car but couldnât wait to get home to take the test. Instead, I stopped at the nearest bar, ordered a Coke, and went into the bathroom. I ripped the packaging open and took the test. Three minutes later, I had my answer.
I called Keawe immediately.
âI have something to tell you,â I said. âAnd I need to tell you in person.â
âAlli, I canât,â he said. âIâm on Oahu.â
âWhat?â
âYeah, weâre visiting Colleenâs brother.â
âWhy didnât you tell me? You didnât tell me you were going.â
âIâm sorry,â he said. âI guess I forgot.â
I took in a deep breath.
âWhat is it?â he said. âI donât have a lot of time. Can you just tell me?â
I heard the frustration in his voice. âCan you tell me what it is?âhe asked. âI canât do a ten-three