Wyatt rolled his eyes. “Don’t worry. I wasn’t asking.” And he followed her down the hall and into her room, only to be shoved out a few moments later, without the suitcases and only his duffel on his back. He grinned at them and sauntered into his own room across the hall.
Delaney took a deep breath. “Shall we go downstairs?”
“Or take bets on how long before Wyatt is in her bed?” His voice held a hint of laughter.
“What makes you think that will happen?” She glanced sideways at him. “She hurt him pretty bad before.”
“True, but I think there’s a lot of unresolved issues there.” He shrugged. “Either way, it’s only a matter of time between those two.”
“Pig.” She swatted him on the arm, then pushed past him to head downstairs.
Damn Caroline and her matchmaking ways. How many lives was she going to play with before the week was over?
* * *
Ethan walked down the stairs, trying to adjust his shorts surreptitiously. Thank God he’d changed into cargo shorts and not jeans. That could have been very painful. Delaney’s hips swayed gently in front of him as she walked down the hall and down the stairs toward the faint voices in the distance.
What the fuck was he thinking, getting sucked back up in her mess? Was he so weak that his resolve could be tested and overcome so quickly that he almost kissed her? When she had barged out of her room and into him, he had to steady her. It was only gentlemanly. What followed was anything but considerate and good manners. He had practically kissed her, but then she had plastered herself against him, her soft curves fitting into his body as he remembered.
It felt good. Right.
As soon as he met her at the plane, it had been obvious she still affected him. Her very presence broke down the walls he thought he’d built so strong against her, crumbling with one touch of her hands, one whiff of her perfume. And he panted after her like a dog in heat, proposing a wedding fling. What the hell was he thinking?
He stopped at the top of the stairs, a brilliant idea occurring to him. Why not a fling? She wanted him. He clearly wanted her. Maybe this was what he needed to get her out of his system so he could move on. As long as he could keep his feelings separate, it wouldn’t hurt so much when they parted. She’d never actually said no.
What could it hurt?