But he’d get Indi back soon enough, at least. Surely he could find something about Bennington Foster to tease her about. His name, if nothing else.

Maggie waved off the chair and his concern. “I don’t mean in here. Something’s wrong out there.”

Oh, right. But whether she meant the fact that Foster wasn’t here yet or the awkward tension of Micah’s presence, he didn’t know.

He just knew he’d missed Sydney today. He’d seen Micah drop into rental his car and speed away not even an hour after showing up at the house. When he’d gone out to the porch to ask Sydney if everything was okay, she’d evaded the question. And he’d hated that he’d had to leave then, but Ansel Barrett had gone to a lot of trouble finding a used generator for him to look at.

Still, he’d kicked himself the whole way over to the implement store for not calling and canceling.

At the time, he’d been under the impression that Micah might not be returning to the farm. But apparently sometime between this morning and now, Maggie had convinced Sydney to convince Micah to join them for dinner. They were out in the dining room now, setting the table.

“I tried to ask her about him several times while she helped me chop vegetables.” Maggie leaned against the kitchen table. “She kept it vague.”

As she had with him when he’d called her on the way home an hour ago. He’d resorted to calling her “lass” and flirting with her, playing up his accent just to hear the cheer return to her voice. But something told him whatever cheer he’d heard over the phone had been only surface-deep.

“She’ll tell us what’s going on when she’s ready.” He said it as much for his own sake as Maggie’s.

“I find myself forgetting sometimes that she had a life before she came here.” Maggie reached for the bowl of grapes. “She fit in so quickly. You’re going to think I’m crazy, Neil, but I’ve been starting to think maybe I should just call things off with Wilder. Decide Sydney is Cynthia and let that be that.”

Two weeks ago he might’ve thought it crazy. Tonight? “Sounds like a reasonable plan to me.”

Because then Sydney might stay and they could have that date at Cobalt Pier. Plus, after that conversation with Wilder on his boat, he got the sense the guy could benefit from being let off the hook.

But would Maggie really be content with that? Granted, she hadn’t bonded with any of the other four “Cynthias” who’d come here the way she had with Sydney. But wouldn’t there always be a piece of her that needed to know? Always wonder if there was still a lost sheep out there and yearn to search for her?

Unless Sydney really is Cynthia. If only they hadn’t hit so many dead ends.

Could there be anything to Wilder’s musings that perhaps Maggie remembered more about Diana’s accident than she let on? Or could there be details trapped somewhere in her brain?