Brendan shot her a sideways glance. Deadpanned, he asked, “And how did you guess that?”

“I knocked on your door a while ago, and no one answered, so I went to ask the front desk,” answered Deirdre candidly. “She was the one who told me you went out last night.”

Brendan shut his eyes tiredly. “That’s true,” he said flatly. “I went out.”

Deirdre sank into silence. She looked at him, her confusion growing as seconds crawled. Was he not going to explain himself? Explain why he went out?

She took a deep breath and asked, “The receptionist said you were looking for phone stores. Now, why would you do that?”

He rested for a bit before twitching his lips into a smirk. “What answer are you hoping to gain, McKinnon?”

Deirdre was stunned.

“Do you want me to say, ‘Oh, I went to look for a phone store late at night for your sake? Because I don’t want you to be sad anymore?’ Or do you expect me to say, ‘Because I really care for you!’, hmm?”

Deirdre was hard-pressed to answer him. If anythi