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Raoul looked Mike Windgren up and down. “Can you swim? The hotel is looking for another lifeguard right now…” Mike laughed. “I just got fired, so I’ll do anything. Swim, wait tables…the only thing I can’t do is what that lifeguard is doing diving from the high rocks. Not after what happened during my time with the circus.” Raoul nodded. “Well, I’m sure there are other ways you can entertain the crowds at the resort. Do you do anything else?” Mike shrugged. “I sing a little,”

Maile looked up at the painted sign over the office and grinned. “It’s our very own tour company, Chad!” she said excitedly. Chad smiled. “The Gates of Hawaii. It’s wonderful! The best part is we already have a dozen bookings, many of them my father’s fruit salesmen contacts.” Maile pushed open the door and walked into the office. “Tourism sure is big business in Hawaii now. It’s helped us start our own business, it helps all the bars and restaurants, and it ensures the hotel

Lucky Jackson looked down at his wet clothes, then at the pool, and sighed. “Well, I’m soaking wet and I’ve lost the money for my race car engine! Goodbye to my chances of winning the Las Vegas Grand Prix.” Rusty Martin brought him a towel. “I’m sorry I pushed you in…” Lucky shrugged. “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas,” he said. “Looks like I’ll be staying in Vegas a while longer, until I can get the money to fix my car…” The manager of the hotel walked over. “And the mon