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 to pink,

days ago and noticed there was just one left, so I picked it up. Consider it a thank you for that fish dinner you treated me to last time." Roseanne smiled. "I'll accept it then. But really,

in the clear night sky, full

Owen felt a soft flutter in

...

planned a visit to the hospital room

a lunchbox with something that resembled care and precision. "Murray, don't say I don't look out for you. Guess what I've got you here? Blueberry

had my chef get up early to make this. Don't be fooled by its modest look.

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

soups except for the stomach-soothing oatmeal Roseanne

Where did you find this chef? Can't even make a decent oatmeal." York raised an eyebrow. "Come on, you're too picky. It tastes fine

was expressionless.

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

Weet

coughed violently,