“Eileen!” Jude – well, exclaimed under his breath, wide-eyed, much too unprepared to see her to feign anything casual and careless back. And she had called him Wright, which felt like a bad sign – and she was wearing as few nightclothes as he was, and she was grinning: and all of these elements put together were rather disconcerting.
How much did she know? She and Kieran were much too close to keep secrets, he had figured, but he didn’t know how much Kieran had said to her yet, in the whirlwind of the last week or two; and if Kieran had mentioned to him how he ought to deal with Eileen, Jude, half-asleep and altogether unfamiliar with – all this, couldn’t remember it. And he certainly hadn’t spontaneously come up with another reasonable excuse to be in their kitchen in the early hours of the morning.
“I – er – I was just – how are you?” Jude said helplessly. “I didn’t hear you get in.”
How much did she know? She and Kieran were much too close to keep secrets, he had figured, but he didn’t know how much Kieran had said to her yet, in the whirlwind of the last week or two; and if Kieran had mentioned to him how he ought to deal with Eileen, Jude, half-asleep and altogether unfamiliar with – all this, couldn’t remember it. And he certainly hadn’t spontaneously come up with another reasonable excuse to be in their kitchen in the early hours of the morning.
“I – er – I was just – how are you?” Jude said helplessly. “I didn’t hear you get in.”
