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."

made another nick.

declared. She set her knife and potato down

himself, "Okay. I'll take that

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? She obviously had

you had made up, Mr. King,

at that time despite himself and asked, "Say, what sort of thing would make Glenna cry,

sort of question is that? Did

his memories before finding an excuse. "I just thought she

breath. "Glenna's a tough cookie. I've never seen or heard her cry before, which means... if she did cry, then it must have been over something that really broke

potato slices were almost done. She explained that she was having a stomachache.

taco from the other day. D*mnit, I should have

into a frying pan

chips was ready. Deirdre moved on to their other dishes-including

today, she was uncharacteristically quiet