“I don’t know. But I want to give him a chance. There’s a small studio apartment off to itself on the property that’ll give him the privacy he wants. He says he knows how to do maintenance, and as long as he doesn’t have to deal with a lot of people, he can do it. The only rule I set was that he has to stay clean. But so far I don’t think that’s going to be a problem. He wants to prove to Noah that he can do something right.”

“So, you ready to go?”

“I think so,” Quinn said.

They were riding together. Quinn needed him by her side as she took care of this last thing before starting her new life.

“Let me tell Maria we’ll meet them there.” He went inside for a minute; then they walked out to the Jeep.

“This is a fine ride you got here,” he said, buckling up. “Nice bumper sticker too.”

“Thanks. It’s been a long time coming.” She pulled out of the driveway and took a left. Quinn had never put stickers on her car before. Ethan wouldn’t allow it, saying it was tacky. The first day she got her Jeep, she bought one that said “Live Pono” and slapped that baby on. She loved the sentiment that meant to do the right thing, and she planned to do just that from now on.

She’d already gotten a huge start too. Things were moving unbelievably fast, but, surprisingly, Quinn was doing okay with it. She’d found a small condo to rent until the hotel was livable, but eventually she’d move into a suite of rooms designed just for her. As for her belongings in Savannah, she didn’t want them, except Ethan did say he’d send the rest of her photo albums and mementos.

Ethan was shocked when she told him all she wanted was her part of the equity in the condo and the money from selling her car. She instructed him to donate everything in her closet. She wouldn’t be needing business clothes or high heels anymore. Here, she was embracing the casual, bohemian look, something she’d always admired but had been too afraid to experiment with in the corporate lifestyle she’d lived.

Today she wore a long tie-dyed skirt and a matching headband, her hair loose and free. Her feet were comfortable in sandals, her toes painted a bright pink that she never would’ve worn before coming to Maui. No more white-tipped fingers or toes for her—from now on it was going to be every color of the rainbow on her body. Unless she wanted to do something different.

Then she would.