Brendan shot her a sideways glance. Deadpanned, he asked, “And how did you guess that?”

“I knocked on your door a while ago, and no one answered, so I went to ask the front desk,” answered Deirdre candidly. “She was the one who told me you went out last night.”

Brendan shut his eyes tiredly. “That’s true,” he said flatly. “I went out.”

Deirdre sank into silence. She looked at him, her confusion growing as seconds crawled. Was he not going to explain himself? Explain why he went out?

She took