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."

I got to go before it rains!

the night here. We’ve got a guest room and clean bedsheets. You don’t have to

waiting at home, and there's still a document in there that I need to amend before tomorrow."

swiped his coat from the rack. "My car's

chips, she shifted her

not a good idea, Glenna.

sentence. In fact, he sounded so commanding it was as if he would not

Declan's car and took

but it did not reach his eyes at all. "Am I supposed to

turned, shot a glance at Deirdre by the door, and gnashed her teeth. She took the

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

against her back. His chin rested on

toward him." That was a

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