In the truck she settled back, uncomfortably aware of all that had changed since the night before.

“I’m trying to get us to Ohe‘o Gulch before the crowds get too thick,” he said, speeding up.

“I haven’t heard of that.”

“That’s the old name. You probably know it by Seven Sacred Pools. It’s in the Haleakalā National Park and one of the most popular sites of East Maui. I used to cliff-jump there when I was a kid. Before it got famous and the crowds came.”

“I can’t wait to see it,” she said. It was nice imagining him as a happy child, living the laid-back life that she’d always thought Hawaiians must live.

She checked her phone again but still couldn’t get a signal. She told herself she was not looking to see if Ethan had sent her any more messages, but she could only lie to herself for so long.

“You okay over there?” Liam asked her when a sigh escaped her as she put her phone away for the tenth time. He glanced over at her for a second, his brow furrowed. “You sure are quiet.”

“Yeah,” she said. “Just wondering if Auntie Wang has heard anything.”

And if my lying, cheating boyfriend has anything else to say, she thought as she tried to muster up a smile. She couldn’t do it and gave up.

“No cell phone reception up here,” he said.

“What do people who live up here do for communication?”

He shrugged. “They can get landlines in their homes for the most part, but on the roads it’s spotty, and Wi-Fi isn’t a given up here. Many don’t have the internet and don’t care.”

“I can’t imagine living in such a remote area,” Quinn said.

Suddenly a pickup truck behind them laid on the horn and came careening around them, and Liam pulled to the side.

Just when Quinn thought he was going to cuss at Liam for going so slow, the driver threw up the island hand signal.

“That was scary,” she said, breathing out slowly.

“You think so? He knows by my truck that I’m a local. If we had been in your rental car, he might not have been so friendly.”

If that was friendly, Quinn hated to see the opposite.

Liam looked over at her. “Most of the Hana people have been here for generations. Some of them feel a bit irritated at tourists now and then. Invading their paradise, you know?”

She could understand that. It had to be hard for the families who really had ties to the island. So many strangers traipsing around their lands that were once private.

“How do you feel about the tourism here?” she asked.

He looked over and chuckled. “I don’t mind, except for the ones who come over and do stupid things.”

“Like?”