She averted her face, fearful Kiki would see her red lips or the lust in her eyes. Brenden didn’t even turn around as he quietly cleared his throat and said, “Hey Kiki.” He flipped through the chart and pretended to be hard at work.
“Irene,” Kiki said. “The patient at 12 said they need to be cleaned up.”
“Where’s the tech?” she asked, immediately suspicious.
Kiki shrugged uncaringly as she left the room. “On break, I guess.”
The door slammed shut behind her. She tried not to scowl, although she was fully aware of what she was doing. Her indifference must be lacking because Brenden’s hand was on her face again, forcing her to look at him.
“Hey,” he murmured. “What’s wrong?”
She immediately softened at his touch. “Nothing.”
“Does she know about us?” he asked warily.
“No… I mean, I di
