Brendan had said something similar to her before. He had even put his money where his mouth was, taking her hand and letting it graze the glass as he described where everything was and how beautiful they were.

Anxiety swept across Deirdre like a plague. She forced herself to calm down, reining her mind from wilder and wilder imagination. Kyran and Brendan were not the same! They could not be the same person!

“No, I’m good. I’m afraid of heights.”

Kyran was silent for a moment. Then, he typed, “Okay, so no heights. What about the carousel?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Kyran held her hand and led her to the line.

Nearby, Freya and her friends were munching on some snacks. Her friend sounded incredulous when she asked, “So, you got fired just like that? Because that Kyran Reed guy said so? What an *sshole! Who the h*ll does he think he is? Is he really that big of a hotshot?”

“How was I supposed to know? All I know is that even the director treated him like royalty!” Freya snapped and took a big bi