”What’s that on your wrist?”

Deirdre’s heart skipped a beat. She retracted her hand immediately as if she had touched something hot, her heart racing. “What’s what?”

Her reaction was unexpected; Brendan was stunned. “Uh, why is it so dirty? It looks like dust.”

“Oh!” Deirdre exhaled a breath of relief. He did not see her injury after all. After all the trouble the scandal had brought to him via the Brighthall Group, the last thing she wanted was for Brendan to be distracted by her affair. “Er