“The truth behind our…?” Brendan’s ire was palpable. “What’s that supposed to be?”

Deirdre panicked a little. He knew exactly what she meant and had asked her this question anyway. How was she supposed to answer that?

Brendan closed his fingers around her wrist as his handsome face loomed close to her own. “We. Are. Husband. And. Wife, Deirdre McKinnon,” he stated, prolonging each word. “You should remember that. I’m not some polyamorous man loving a harem of women. All you have to do is stay