[Breaking News: Andy is wearing the same scrubs as yesterday. -B]
Irene blinked groggily at the screen, her mind still cloudy from sleep, and wondered if she was reading correctly. A part of her wondered if she were still dreaming.
She blindly fumbled through a message. [How do you know? -I]
[He has paint stains on the bottom of the right leg where he accidentally scraped past a wet wall. I could recognize those pants anywhere. -B]
[Not going to pry into that one. But what does it mean? -I]
[He is being tight-lipped about it… -B]
Irene lay back in her bed, grinning because she was right all along. Andy was getting it on with Dr. Stone.
She rolled back over in bed and started to doze off again when the phone pinged. She thought of ignoring it, but her mind couldn’t disregard Brenden.
