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."

"Oh no. Oh no! I got to go

night here. We’ve got a guest

home, and there's still a document

she moved, Declan followed and swiped his coat from

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

is not a good

seemed to have vanished suddenly at the tail-end of his sentence. In fact, he sounded so commanding it was as if he would not accept

walked toward Declan's car

not reach his eyes at all.

at Deirdre by the door, and

his car vanished into the distance before moving to close the door. It was then that a pair of

on her

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

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