“I never do stupid things,” Silas insisted. Kevin gave his clenched hand a nudge with a cold, wet nose, offering doggy comfort. The billionaire philanthropist was too casual for his liking. In Sy’s opinion, the man should be groveling, earning forgiveness and generously providing apologies.

His anger was a living, breathing thing. It seemed fundamentally wrong to him that everyone around him was enjoying themselves while the man who had deeply scarred Maggie, the reason they were all gathered, was perusing appetizers.

“What about that time you tried to do a handstand on the bridge railing over Strawbridge Creek?” Michael asked.

“For the one millionth time, it’s ‘crick’ not ‘creek.’ You’ve lived in Idaho since you were seven. Get it right. Secondly, I was eight when I did that. This is different. I’m not going to dislocate a shoulder doing this.”

“Probably not. But you might get your pants sued off,” Nirina pointed out before turning to Dayana. “You probably shouldn’t have told him. There’s no way he’s not going to do something stupid in the name of defending his lady’s honor.”

Dayana groaned. “I couldn’t help it. I just started word vomiting to Blaire. I didn’t know he was eavesdropping.”

“You pushed me out of the way so you could talk to her,” Silas pointed out.

“He didn’t make Maggie sign that stupid NDA,” Dayana said. “My evil mother did that, and you can rest assured she will be punished.”

“What NDA?” he snapped. Kevin wasn’t a fan of confrontations and slunk off to hide under the buffet table.

Her eyes went big and she took a step back. “Oops. I thought she’d told you.”

The list of things Maggie hadn’t told him was getting longer and longer. “Dayana, what NDA?” He felt like his head was going to explode.

“Let’s maybe all just take a breath,” Dean suggested.

But Silas was locked on and stared Dayana down until she cracked.

“My mom thought she was protecting the family by having her lawyer draft a nondisclosure agreement. By signing it, Maggie agreed to never admit to anyone that Sebastian Spencer was her father. I didn’t know about it until I came here. And my father had no idea until I told him. My mother set it up to make it look like she wanted nothing to do with our dad anymore once Maggie got access to her trust.”

“Oh, shit,” Nirina whispered. “That’s diabolical.”

Silas made a move for the house, but the siblings formed a wall in front of him.

“He didn’t know, Sy,” Dayana said, pleading with her eyes.

Even if the man hadn’t known, he’d still made Maggie feel unwanted. Still allowed her to be a stranger in his home. Sebastian Spencer deserved to—at the very least—get punched in the face and then be made to feel like shit.