Brigid’s eyes were shuttered, closed, but not before Delaney saw a flash of something in them. Hurt, hunger, desire?
After a moment, she snorted. “It’s just the situation. You know Caroline. I just can’t get involved with her machinations.”
Delaney laughed. “You can use all the big words you want, but that’s not the look of a man going along with a plan.”
It was the look of a man who hadn’t eaten in a long time and was looking at a buffet, but not sure he’d be allowed inside.
Delaney swung her legs around and sat up. “Brigid, for what it’s worth, can I give you a little advice?”
“Can I stop you?”
“No, not really. For better or worse, he seems to like you. A lot. Who else do you have in your life besides your work? For once, skip the plan and go with the flow. It’s only for one week. Enjoy yourself. You deserve it.”
“Is that what you’re doing?” Brigid countered, a bite in her tone.
“I have no idea what the hell I’m doing. But we’re both adults and we’re on vacation. It may not last, may not be for forever. I can live with that. But I know I’d regret not having this moment. Will you?”
With the parting words, she stood and dropped the wrap on the chaise lounge. “I’m headed to bed. See you in the morning.” She caught Ethan’s gaze and his eyes darkened. He gave a short, quick nod, then turned his attention back to the guys, talking about their golf outing that day.