At the back of the yard, they wandered up the long horseshoe curve in the path, and Maggie automatically looked for her favorite tree. Tall and straight, it stood like a lone sentinel just before the path opened into the clearing. Dignified except for the pair of carved eyes someone had affixed to its bark. Another surprise from Silas. The man was constantly surprising her.

And she was constantly trying to keep her secrets from him.

“Maggie, there isn’t a chance in hell that I’ll go back to that”—Dayana glanced around, making sure there were no impressionable ears nearby. “Narcissistic, grade-A asshole.”

“I believe you, and I don’t blame you.” Maggie led the way into the clearing and noted that Sy’s crew had put down the gravel for the firepit.

“Well, now, that’s a view,” Dayana said. She stepped up to where the grass ended and the rocky outcropping began and drank it in.

“It is,” Maggie agreed. “So how did this come to a head?”

“I caught him whispering sweet nothings into his phone when he said he was taking a conference call, so I followed him, climbed a fence, and waited until he had his pants down around his knees poolside before spraying them both down with a hose and telling him I wanted a divorce.”

“Wow.” Maggie was impressed. “What did Dad say?” Their father had introduced Dayana to Donald, having personally selected the man for his daughter. He’d made his son-in-law an executive in the family foundation, and Donald had stepped into his wife’s role as senior program officer when she had their son.

Dayana shot her a look. “How should I know?”

“You didn’t tell him?”

“I’m sure he already knows. They work down the hall from each other. Besides, he’d just give me the lecture about dignity and the family name. And I am not feeling very dignified right now.”

“Wow. Okay. So what are you doing here?” Maggie asked. Dayana had friends. Glamorous, wealthy, stylish friends. They sat on boards together and went to galas. They had spa days and went to ribbon cuttings.

“I’d like to be offended by that question,” Dayana said. “But I deserve it.”

“I don’t mean it like that,” Maggie fibbed. “I just meant you have a whole life in Seattle. What made you come here to, as Dean likes to call it, Where the Fuck Are We, Idaho?”