Together, the two made their way to the reception desk, and Callum winced as Deirdre flipped a lamp switch. “The light bothers you?” Saoirse angled the shade away. “I’ll bring dinner tonight so you don’t have to cook. I’m making cottage pie and there’s always too much for one person.” What. Jealousy burned through my veins like lightning. I should be the one taking care of him. Though I wasn’t even sure what a cottage pie entailed. “How sweet!” Deirdre said. “His favorite.” Are you freaking kidding me?
