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."

chubby leaves that faded from green to pink, so adorable. "Really?

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

in the clear night sky, full

Owen felt a soft flutter in his

...

and Cliff had planned a visit to the hospital room

lunchbox with something that resembled care and precision. "Murray, don't say I don't look

this. Don't be

barely suppressing a smirk, wondering

wasn't fond of soups except for the stomach-soothing oatmeal Roseanne

spoon aside. "Forget it! It tastes weird! Where did you find this chef? Can't even make a decent oatmeal." York raised an eyebrow. "Come

face was expressionless.

about the oatmeal, is it? My chef's a big, tough guy, and he just doesn't match up

Weet

Cliff coughed violently, trying to