Irene had nothing to be jealous of.
They were not dating. And even though they had kissed the day before, she had made it abundantly clear that she didn’t want to be more than friends. And while the rule extended to her, it meant Brenden was also allowed to date whomever he wanted.
Not that they were dating. Not everyone dated every person they smiled at.
She tried to stop her stalkerish spying but couldn’t help but stare down the hallway until the redhead walked away, saying something to Brenden she couldn’t hear. They might as well have made out in front of the nurse’s station for all the feelings bubbling up in Irene’s heart. She was sure Kiki was having a trip over witnessing Irene’s silent demise.
Brenden handed the chart to someone and then turned to walk down the hallway. Irene
