“Wait a second…” Confused eyes looked back and forth between Brenden and Irene. At their clasped hands. “Are you two serious? That’s a pleasant surprise! Were you talking about Brenden the whole time, Irene?”
Her face was scorching hot. She knew it was an alarming shade of red, and she still wanted nothing more than to melt into the floor and disappear. But she held her own, cleared her throat, and tried to maintain a little dignity.
Brenden spared her by cockily responding, “What other guy could be so perfect?” His voice was teasing and indignant, and Dr. Harris-Warren gave him a chastising look.
“Well, she never said you were modest,” she pointed out frankly as if that realization made sense out of everything else. It would be funny if Irene weren’t on the verge of a panic attack.
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