They’d shot right between two of the biggest boulders Maggie had ever seen in her life, which to be fair, growing up in Seattle hadn’t exposed her to many boulders.

There was a second of weightlessness as the water carried them over and through. And then that tickle in her belly as they dropped. Landing with a splash and a whoop. She’d felt free as she listened to her mother’s damp laughter.

Her heart ached with the memory. She hadn’t had enough time with her mom to make up for the hateful teenage years. To reassure her mom that, no matter how painful the choice had been, she’d made the right one.

“Miss you, Mom,” Maggie whispered up to the blue, blue sky.

How much would she miss Silas? The thought came out of nowhere. If she stuck with her plan, if she sold the Old Campbell Place and moved on, how would she feel about packing up and driving away from Silas Wright?

She could picture it—the man, the myth, the pain in her ass getting smaller in her rearview mirror as she drove toward…what?

Just what was she really looking for?

What was around the next corner that was going to be better than Silas?

What about Dayana and Keaton? They’d gotten comfortable in their temporary arrangement. Would they go back to Seattle? Would Dayana hire help and go back to work between appointments with her attorney and battles over the prenup?

And Wallace. The man was still a grump by anyone’s standards, but he’d found a purpose with her, with the mystery of the Campbells. What would he have when she was gone?

Cody, too. He said he’d come with her, and that could work. But was it what he really wanted? He’d grown up in Kinship. He’d fallen in love in Kinship. He’d found his place there. Was he just choosing her because he felt he owed her? Like Dean had.

What if?

Maggie let her self drift and daydream a bit. Playing with what it would feel like to go. Weighing what it would mean to stay. To wake up every morning in that big, beautiful bed in that big, beautiful house on the bluff.

Would she be rolling over to kiss Silas good morning? This thing between them was so new. How could she be sure it would last? That these past few months were a foundation for something completely different?

Maybe she could figure this out if she treated the situation like she was trying to decide between two houses on the market. Weigh the pros and cons. Do the research. Make the right choice.

Again she thought of the jump, the free fall.

She floated drowsily, basking in the sun and silence. Going with the literal flow.