Chapter 20
Rhys smiled to see Bridie and Alf standing on the main deck together the following morning. Alf’s face glowed with pleasure as he pointed out the various squares of canvas. Rhys couldn’t say the same for Bridie. Her scowl could have manured a garden. But over the following days, as she listened and scribbled down terms, resentment gave way to a determined jut of her chin.
It wasn’t the answer. Bridie still harboured secrets, secrets with which for all Rhys’s effort, she’d chosen not to confide in him. But in the absence of her confidence, this shared project with Alf was the best he could offer. And although Bridie sometimes pouted, dismissing Alf with a hard shrug of her shoulder, at other times, they worked together long and hard and, true to her word, she never asked Rhys t
