Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Kyran's brows began to furrow as Deirdre asked gently, "Hmm? Who was it?"

"I don't know. Must be one of those telemarketers. I'm gonna answer it for a bit."

He rose and started toward the balcony. Unfazed, Deirdre resumed talking with Declan for the rest of the dinner. When Kyran’s food was starting to grow cold, she noticed he had not returned.

Declan, perceptive as ever, could read Deirdre's face. "It's probably something from work. Since he hasn't been in his office these days, he probably has a mountain of affairs to which he has to nod off."

"Yeah. You're probably right," Deirdre replied with a quick smile as a heavy sense of dread and foreboding unfurled in her chest. The incident with the middle-aged woman earlier today seemed to foretell something bad to come.

A low rumble groaned from overhead. Glenna looked up from her meal and muttered to herself, "Is it gonna rain?"

"I think it is," answered Declan. ‘The weather hasn't been playing nice lately."

way to the door. "Oh no. Oh no! I got to go before it rains! Who knows how long this rain's going to last? I still need to be at work by 7:00

night here. We’ve got a guest room and clean bedsheets. You

home, and there's still a document in there that

coat from the rack. "My car's right

"No, thanks!" she answered instantly. Eyeing the man’s unfinished plate of chips, she shifted her eyes and added, "You should just continue your dinner. I don't need

is not a good idea, Glenna. Get

tail-end of his sentence. In fact, he sounded so commanding it was as if he would not accept any contrary

Declan's car and took the

but it did not reach his eyes at all. "Am I supposed to be your driver for

by the door, and gnashed her teeth. She

the distance before moving to close the door.

on her shoulder, close to her neck. His breathing was a little

cheek before tilting her face toward him." That was a

brief silence, Kyran replied, "It’s nothing.