She wanted him. No one else. She wanted him and she didn’t want anyone else to have him. What the hell was she doing?
But she didn’t say any of this.
“I don’t see how that is any of your business,” she said bluntly. The niceties were over and Dr. Swift’s posture stiffened as she learned towards Irene and she automatically leaned back.
But Dr. Swift was a better woman than Irene, though. “Brenden is my business, Irene,” she assured. “I don’t know what he has told you about me, if anything, but I still care about him. I just want him to be happy. And if you’re the person who makes him happy, then that’s fine. I can live with that. But… I’m starting to wonder if you can be that person.”
She crossed her arms defensively. “Why?”
“You’re so naïve, Irene. Have you seen Brenden? Have you hear
