Her steely blue eyes dug into me, as if trying to fish for a lie in my irises. I held her gaze, defiant. She would find no guilt in my gaze. That much is for sure…
Now that I thought of it, I really felt like a swim. Josh seemed to have already read my mind as he watched me approach the water. Why don’t you take a dip? he suggested. I’ll watch.I felt a bit guilty at the thought of leaving him at the side while I enjoyed a luxurious swim. But since he’d suggested it, I decided to go ahead. The only thing was… I didn’t have a swimsuit with me.
I returned to Josh’s chair and pushed him toward the ladies’ locker room, leaving him outside while I entered to see if I could find any swimsuits. There were many items inside courtesy of the hotel—bath robes, towels, shampoo, an array of soaps, and even perfume—but no swimsuits. I guessed that meant I would have to swim in my underwear. I doubted the manager of the hotel would like that, but I also doubted anybody would bother to stop me, even if they spotted me through the CCTV cameras.So I stripped off my clothes and bundled them into a locker. Then I wrapped a robe around me and returned to Josh, waiting patiently where I’d left him outside the changing rooms.I moved to the edge of the pool, keeping the robe tightly wrapped around me as I sat down and dipped my legs into the water. Then I quickly slipped off the robe and slid inside before Josh could see too much of me… even though underwear was no more revealing than a bikini.
The water really was deliciously warm. And jets of water shot from the walls of the pool, giving a bubbling effect like in a jacuzzi. I swam up and down for a bit and then moved to the edge, letting the jets of water massage my back. It occurred to me just how relaxing this would be for Josh.I looked up at him. He was still watching me. Hey, Josh, why don’t you join me?
He merely scoffed. You’re joking, right?
No. Come in. I promise I won’t let you drown.But right now she was tired. And she wanted to go to bed. She would work on Hermione in the morning. Starting with that handsome Mr. Bridgerton. He would be perfect for her friend, and heaven knew he was interested.
Hermione would come around. Lucy would make sure of it.In which Our Hero tries very, very hard.
The following morning was bright and clear, and as Gregory helped himself to breakfast, his sister-in-law appeared at his side, smiling faintly, clearly up to something.Good morning, she said, far too breezy and cheerful.