Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

For Roseanne, that was a rare opportunity.

"If you're interested, you can take this back and have a look." He pulled out a flash drive and laid it before her, "It contains all the experiment details."

Roseanne looked up, her bright eyes sparkling with excitement. "Thanks, I'll give it some thought."

By ten o'clock, it was about time for Roseanne to head home.

Owen walked her to the door.

"I just live across the hallway. You don't have to walk me out," Roseanne said with a chuckle.

Yet, Owen glanced at her inadvertently exposed finger, gently reminding her, "You shouldn't keep that band-aid on for too long. Clean it with the iodine, and it's best to let it breathe."

Roseanne instinctively curled her index finger, "Thanks. I'll remember that."

Owen didn't say much more, just nodded slightly, then turned to pick up a small pot of pink succulents. "This is for you."

its chubby leaves that faded from green

for that fish dinner you treated me to last time." Roseanne smiled. "I'll accept it then. But really, we're friends. You

like stars in the clear night

a soft flutter in

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had planned a visit to the hospital room early in

don't say I

weak, you need something light. had my chef get up early to make this. Don't

fragrant blueberry almond oatmeal, then at York's smiling face, barely suppressing a smirk, wondering if York was there to deliver food or stir

knew well enough that Murray wasn't fond of soups except for the stomach-soothing oatmeal Roseanne used

the spoon aside. "Forget it! It tastes weird! Where did you find this chef? Can't even make a

expressionless. "Then

a big, tough guy, and he just

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violently,