“Detest you? Who detests you?” asked Brendan.

“Who?” Deirdre almost burst into laughter. “Do you have even half of Sterling’s courage? Enough courage to take me out there? Introduce me to everyone? Do you even have the guts to tell the world my name—my real name?”

Brendan froze. Of course, he did not. Deirdre already knew his answer and answered herself, “No. You don’t.”

A mocking sneer surfaced on her features, pulling Brendan out of his stupor. He clutched the steering wheel tightly, his tone disbelieving. “How dare you, McKinnon?! How dare you compare me to a b*stard child not recognized even by his own family?! Do you know just how—how different the two of us are?! Do you really think he would have a blind woman as his girlfriend if he were me? Pfft! He wouldn’t even have the balls to admit that you were his woman!”

Brendan did not put much thought into his words, but they came out like a knife stabbing deep into Deirdre’s chest.

She was a blind woman who would never be reco