“Do you go around looking for a good ego stroking, or is this a one-time ordeal?” she questioned, exasperated. There was no way in hell she would admit he was hot.
He shrugged, clearly amused by her lack of composure over the topic. “Depends on my mood, I guess.”
She glared at him.
“How did you end up alone with Riley?” he asked, moving the conversation to less humiliating topic. Irene was relieved.
She rubbed her chin which was still sore. “I suffered from head trauma from the punch earlier, clearly.”
Brenden frowned, his eyes dropping to the spot she was rubbing. “Are you okay?”
“Physically? Yes. Emotionally?” She held up the ridiculously strong drink Riley had made her. “That is what this baby is for.”
He waved a hand in front of his face as if something smelled. “Are you drinkin
