“Kyran, I’m going to sleep.” Deirdre’s heart raced. What if Kyran heard the waitress?

Kyran seemed to look over it. “Alright. You rest early. Good night.”

“Good night.”

The call ended.

Deirdre’s frazzled mind calmed down considerably. She pushed open the door and left the washroom, where the waitress led her back. She barely had a second to settle on her seat when Brendan snuffed out the cigarette between his fingers. “The food’s gone cold from waiting for you. I even had to order a whole new course.”

Deirdre ignored him, and he somehow did not take any offense to it either. He just let the waitress serve something new. While waiting, Brendan’s interrogation began. “What took you so long? What were you doing in the washroom?”

She glared at him coldly. “I’m having my period, happy? I had to be inside for a bit longer. Are you going to take offense to that?”

“You always have yours on the 10th day of the month.”

Deirdre was taken aback and scrambled to cover her tracks. “That’s Ch