“Okay, Sly Sy,” Dean said, hitting record. “We’ll warm you up. Where’s your barfing dog today?”

Silas grinned at the mention of Kevin. “Kevin’s at doggy daycare today. I keep him at home during the early days of a job because he likes to take advantage of the chaos. He sneaks off and noses his way into everyone’s lunches. Plus, I don’t like to bring him along until the owner gives permission. Not everyone likes to find a fat pit bull napping in their recliner.”

“Maggie doesn’t have a recliner, so I’m sure Kevin’s welcome here,” Dean said.

“He is. And if you need to keep him out of trouble, there are plenty of places inside he can hang out.”

Silas’s gray eyes were warm and amused and locked on her face. It made her wish she had something to do with her hands.

“So, tell us about yourself,” Dean said, directing them back to the task at hand.

Silas crossed his arms over his chest, little beads of sweat glinting in the sun in blue-collar perfection. “I’m Silas Wright, owner of Bitterroot Landscapes in Kinship, Idaho,” he began.

Maggie could hear subscribers swooning right out of their seats.

“What does it mean to you to be a part of this project?” Dean asked.

“The Old Campbell Place is part of our history in this town. Anyone who’s ever come to Kinship sees the big house on the hill and wonders about it. It’s a dream come true to get my hands on her,” he said, his gaze sliding to Maggie again.

She absolutely refused to think about the idea of him getting his hands on…anything.

“History’s important to Idahoans,” Silas continued. “We’re part of the Wild West. We like to make our mark on things. And we’re all proud that Maggie asked us to be a part of breathing life back into this landmark.”

Swoony. Savvy. Smart. She couldn’t wait for the world to get their first glimpse of Silas Wright.

When Dean asked him for an overview of what his crew would be doing, Silas suggested they walk and talk. Maggie followed along behind them as Dean filmed and Silas charmed. She found herself getting excited all over again as he discussed the plans for the grounds.

“You’re a natural,” Dean said, finally turning off the camera. “Maybe I don’t hate you so much for getting Maggie to say yes to your astronomical estimate.”

“Maggie wanted to say yes,” Silas told him. “I just gave her a good enough reason to.”

“How about we do an interview with the two of you?” Dean suggested.

It was perfectly normal. Maggie did it all the time. But this was the first time it had ever felt like a setup.

“I think we’ve got enough footage, don’t you?” she said pointedly.