Deirdre thought of Kyran. Those moments used to be so sweet…

And now she felt an equal amount of dejection.

She nodded as she pushed back against the tide of emotions. “If you don’t mind, fine.”

Deirdre fell asleep shortly after that. Imagine her surprise when she found herself still cuddling with him—she had used Brendan’s arm as her pillow since last night, and she had not changed her position at all.

Reeling from her shock, she quickly sat up.

Brendan massaged his numbing arm. “Oh, you’re up?”

“Aren’t you supposed to go to work?” she blabbered.

Her pregnancy had made her lethargic as of late. By this point, it was already 8:00 or 9:00 a.m. On the other hand, Brendan was an early riser—he would wake up at 6:00 a.m. and go to work at 7:00 a.m. sharp. So why was he still here?

“I’m injured.” Brendan’s eyes were transfixed on Deirdre. They would not leave her. “As such, I’m staying at home to recuperate. I’ll only go back there once I'm healed up.”

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