Delaney felt the heat of Miles glare on her. She couldn't look at him. He wasn't wrong. Vincent had trusted her. She questioned now if she'd deserved that trust.
"He's in the hospital mostly alone trying to recover and here you are throwing a party at a gambling club."
"I own this club Miles. It was planned to open today long before your brother was injured."
"Oh you mean, while he was off at war, fighting to keep everyone here, including you, safe? That's when you were working on opening a club and planning a party?"
Delaney looked at him, not sure what to say. That was correct but what else was she supposed to do? Had Miles expected her to be sitting at home waiting for Vincent every single day?
"You're selfish," Miles spat, "Vincent deserves better than you."
"You're probably right," Delaney agreed quietly, making his eyes snap to her, "I don't think I can be what he deserves."
