There'd never really been a closet, per se, but Brendan was pretty sure that getting caught by your boss - by Harper of all the people in the universe - rubbing off on your boyfriend's hip in the coat room at an Agency function pretty much constituted an outing of epic proportions.

When Emmett snickered, Brendan picked up on a detail he'd missed the first time - the nice lady Harper had been furtively sneaking into the room with was most definitely not Mrs. Harper.

Brendan was so happy for his memory when he realized that he would have the priceless look on Harper's face to savor forever.

"Get your own room," Emmett said.