She patted the blanket. “You’d better sit. Explaining how we could be so awful will take time.”

I dropped onto the blanket next to her. “Graham was awful.” Not that his behavior excused theirs. Poor Sumner.

“It’s no excuse.”

“One thing is bothering me.”

She loosed a bitter little laugh. “Just one?”

“If you wanted to cause trouble for Graham, why not just tell Sumner about his affair with Misty?”

Willa resumed staring at the water.

I studied her expression. Her forehead creased. Her lips thinned. Her brows drew together. “You did tell her.”

She nodded. “Not my finest moment.”

“How did she react?”

“Sumner started out as the other woman. She knew she couldn’t trust her husband before she married him.” Willa twisted her torso and looked me in the eye. “His affair with Misty couldn’t have come as a surprise.”

“How did she react?”

“She went still, then her face turned red. For a moment I thought she might cry or throw a glass of water in my face—we were at Nabil’s. She didn’t.”

“What did she do?”

“She asked for a name. When I wouldn’t give it to her, she pretended not to care. That’s when I knew how badly I’d hurt her.” Willa’s shoulders slumped. “It was wrong of me. Unforgivable, really. I shouldn’t have hurt Sumner to get back at Graham.”

“Liz doesn’t know you told Sumner?”

“No. If Liz knew, she'd have found another caterer for the weekend. She's not cruel.”

“That’s not a word I’d have used to describe you, either.” Vain, elegant, willowy, and slightly scattered, but not cruel. “Why didn’t you hire a different caterer?”

“Thatch insisted on Misty.” She sighed. “It’s funny, the things we'll do for those we love. I always thought I was a good person. Now, look at me. I hurt someone. And for what? Thatch’s office politics?”

She turned and stared at the lake.

I stared at her profile.

Neither of us spoke, each lost in her own thoughts.

Maybe Willa was thinking about Thatch.

I was thinking about office politics. Was that what the kids were calling embezzlement these days? More likely, Willa didn’t know about the embezzling or the insurance or Graham’s efforts to have Thatch removed from the firm.

Well, I wasn’t going to be the one to tell her.

“I think we can safely say this is the worst weekend away ever. Ever. I don’t think I’ll ever plan another.”

As terrible as she’d found the past few days, I could guarantee that Bill and Sumner thought they were worse. “Maybe the memory will fade.”

“Do you think she’ll ever forgive me?”

“Sumner?”

“Mhmm.”