Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Deirdre tossed an implicative glance outside the kitchen. "Believe me, I've seen the worst, and now nobody else's skill could ever faze me again.

Seriously, try to surprise me."

"Heh." Declan excitedly washed his hands and grabbed a spare knife. He made a few nicks and began to unpeel it. "How’s this?"

Deirdre's poor sight would not be able to help her tell, but she also thought this was the best opportunity to get Glenna and Declan talking again. "What do you think, Glenna?"

Quietly exasperated, Glenna turned in the direction of Declan's hand and noticed how beautiful his fingers really were. It was as if a man with good genes simply could not have anything remotely out of place in any part of their physical appearance. Glenna never fancied herself as someone who gave a dime about hands, and yet even her heart throbbed.

When she finally broke out of her trance, she realized she had been silent too long.

Declan tried to dispel the awkwardness in the air with a chuckle. "I must have done a really crappy job if my panelist can't review my handiwork."

another nick.

well. Excuse me," Glenna suddenly declared. She set her knife

to himself, "Okay. I'll take that

to the direction Glenna disappeared into and felt her heart sink. She could not stop thinking about the conversation she had overheard. What happened? What was it that made Glenna hold that big of a grudge?

know the two of you had made up, Mr. King, but why does it seem like

guess so, huh?" Declan remembered how Glenna had burst into tears at that time despite himself and asked, "Say, what sort of

Deirdre was shocked. "What sort of question is that?

quickly replied, forcing himself out of his memories before finding an excuse. "I just thought she looked like the tough type who would

as she exhaled a breath. "Glenna's a tough cookie. I've never seen or heard her

She explained that she was having a stomachache. Not willing to expose her,

It must be that super-spicy taco from the other day. D*mnit, I should have

frying pan and let

ready. Deirdre moved on to their

she was