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. "How about

Glenna suddenly declared. She set her knife and

remark to himself, "Okay. I'll take that as

direction Glenna disappeared into and felt her heart sink. She could not stop thinking about the conversation she had overheard. What happened? What

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

how Glenna had burst into tears at that time despite himself and asked, "Say, what sort of thing would make Glenna cry, you

"What sort of question is

memories before finding an excuse. "I just thought she looked like the tough type who would never shed a tear over

heard her cry before, which means... if she did cry, then it must have been over something that really

after the potato slices were almost done. She explained that she was having a stomachache. Not willing to expose her,

the other day. D*mnit, I should have

oil into a frying pan and let it

was ready. Deirdre moved on to their other dishes-including Glenna's stuffed eggplants- until, finally, the dinner

lively chatterbox, yet today, she was uncharacteristically quiet and seemed almost too focused on her