Liam was the key to finding Jaime. And maybe her dad, too, if she ever decided she was ready to look. Quinn wouldn’t take no for an answer. And when they found Jaime, he’d better be ready to be blasted, because Quinn wouldn’t leave him alone until he found a way to make right all the things he’d done wrong. She’d make him face Maria and his responsibilities. It wasn’t fair for Maria to struggle through such huge life changes alone.

If Maria had her husband to help them out, then Quinn also wouldn’t feel so guilty about taking their home.

That settled it. She’d call her boss in the morning. He’d be shocked, but she was going to ask for a leave of absence. As for Ethan, he would just have to keep managing without her for a bit longer.

The song reached a crescendo, and a lump formed in Quinn’s throat.

This time she reached out. Her hand found Maria’s, and they clasped fingers, bonding as only two lonely women could do as, together, they listened to Liam’s love song.

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

Quinn woke to a racket. A door slammed. Then a loud clatter. Door slam again. A minute or two later, another clatter.

Groggy from lack of sleep, she looked at the clock on the nightstand.

Six fifteen. Only a few days in Maui, and she was already easing into the laid-back lifestyle, reluctant to get up until she felt completely rested.

She groaned, then rolled out of bed and went to the window, peeking out from the side to remain hidden.

Liam was there, and just as she looked, he dropped another shutter onto a pile he’d built near the main house lanai. He hesitated, then turned to the window, his gaze curious.

Quinn jerked back, feeling exposed. How had he known she was there?

She backed away and went back to the bed, climbed in, and pulled the sheet up to her chin. She wasn’t ready to face the morning.

Couldn’t a girl ever sleep in?

Quinn was angry at herself, because after the beach scene broke up and they all cleaned up, she’d walked the trail back to the cottage alone. She felt restless inside, wanting something but not quite sure what it was.

When she’d finally gone to bed about midnight or so, it had only gotten worse, leaving her staring at the ceiling for hours until she finally fell asleep.

Then she’d dreamed of trying to find her way out of the world’s largest cornfield maze. The frustration of not knowing which way to turn or how to find the exit made her feel as though she hadn’t slept a wink.

But it was time to get moving. She had two goals to accomplish: discover her roots and get her house completed. That was it.