I guessed that I needed more time to figure everything out. I just hoped I had the time to do it.
Chapter Twenty-One ~ Brendan
I just had to make it through the day and it was finally the weekend. I had a gig with my brothers Saturday night, but that was the only thing I had to do, other than get ready for my finals next week.
The finals didn’t worry me. I knew I was well prepared, and God knew, I was ready to be done with this class.
My eyes moved from the clock to the front of the room, as the object of my despair went over the details of what we could expect to happen next week. It hurt to look at her, her red hair vibrant against the white of her chef coat, as she moved elegantly around the room.
I wanted her so badly I ached with it. Night after night, day after day, she was all I could think about.
I was consumed.
Obsessed.
At least I’d gotten some good material out of it, I thought bitterly.
Hell, who was I kidding, I couldn’t care less about my music, my food, or anything else for that matter … All I wanted, was her.
“Did you hear that Chef Agard himself is flying in this weekend to be here when the announcement goes out about who got the job?”
I turned my head, annoyance apparent on my face to see Calla looking at me with a strangely smug expression on her face.
I don’t know what she had to be smug about, I was kicking her ass and was a shoe in for the job in France.
So I shrugged and turned my attention back to the clock, hoping she’d get the hint and go away.
“They were married, you know…” she continued, not taking the hint.
“Who?” I asked, my voice full of boredom.
“Callaghan and Agard.”
When I whipped my head and locked eyes on Bronagh, Calla let out a wicked chuckle.
“Guess you didn’t know…” was all she said, before the chair scrapped against the floor, indicating her departure.
Bronagh and Chef Agard?
Yeah, she’d said she was married, but I realized she’d never said to who, and I’d never asked. I guess I’d never imagined it was anyone I knew…
It finally registered that class was dismissed when everyone started gathering their things, and I looked over in time to see Bronagh’s retreating back. I jumped to my feet, ignoring the calls of my friends, and took off after her.
I‘d almost caught up to her when she turned the corner. Not caring who was around, I opened the first door we came to, at the same time grabbing her by the arm and shoving her inside, then closed the door behind us.
“What…?” Bronagh exclaimed, her eyes wide when she saw that it was me.
“Chef Agard is your ex?” I whispered tightly, getting right to the point.
Bronagh lowered her eyes to my mouth, and I became conscious of the fact that I was still holding her arm in my grasp. I loosened my hold, but didn’t let go.
“Yes,” she admitted, her tongue darting out to lick her lips, distracting me.
“Why didn’t you tell me? We talked about your ex, and we talked about my time working under Agard, but you never said we were talking about the same person.”
Bronagh closed her eyes and sighed.
“I know … You just … looked up to him so much, and I didn’t want to ruin that for you. He is an amazing chef, and I didn’t want to taint that experience for you somehow.”