I didn’t know why, but guilt slid through me like a snake. “Oh.”
“Yeah.” Finn arched a brow at me, then smiled a little. “Don’t look so scared. It’s fine now. We talked. She was upset I didn’t tell her first, but I didn’t really have the time to yet, did I?”
I wished I had something to take a sip of because I didn’t know how to answer that.
“We’re good now,” he assured me.
I pretended like that was a relief. “Oh. Great. I’m glad.”
Silence stretched between us again, and I told myself to go back inside, but for some reason, I couldn’t stop staring at him.
I blamed the alcohol for not being able to stunt my curiosity any longer.
“Finn.”
“Mm?”
“What happened with your restaurant in Dublin?”
Every semblance of joy left his face in an instant, the light leaking out of him like a candle snuffed out by an unforgiving wind. He swallowed, the Adam’s apple in his throat lurching as he tore his gaze from me.
“Some things just aren’t meant to last.”
I frowned, the urge to reach for him nearly strong enough to make me forget where we were,whowe were… and who was watching.
“Em…” He croaked my name, jaw clicking. “You gotta stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
He didn’t get the chance to answer. Gisella bounded out onto the patio like a bunny rabbit, smiling ear to ear as she threw her arms around Finn’s neck and leaped onto his back.
“Bebé,” she sang, kissing all over his neck.
Acid burned my throat as I cleared it, managing a smile at Gisella before I excused myself and rejoined the group inside.
My stomach never did settle that night.
Neither did my mind.
POST-PRODUCTION CONFESSIONAL
CLOSE QUARTERS
SEASON 4
GISELLA DÍAZ: DECKHAND/STEWARDESS
PRODUCER
Can you start by saying your name, where you’re from, and what you do?
GISELLA
I’m Gisella Díaz, I’m from Barcelona, and I’ve been in yachting for two years now. I work as deck crew, but I help on interior when needed.
PRODUCER
Do you prefer deck or interior?