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.

not feeling well. Excuse me," Glenna suddenly declared. She set her knife and potato down and hurried out of

remark to himself, "Okay. I'll take

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? She obviously

moment later, she asked, "I know the two of you had made up, Mr. King,

how Glenna had burst into tears at that time despite himself and

"What sort of question is that? Did ... Did you make her

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

returned to her work as she exhaled a breath. "Glenna's a tough cookie. I've never seen or heard her cry before, which means... if she did cry, then

the potato slices were almost done. She explained that she was having a stomachache. Not

day. D*mnit, I should have known!" she replied as she finished slicing

poured oil into a frying

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

been a lively chatterbox, yet today, she was uncharacteristically quiet and seemed almost too