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."

coat and made her 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 her feet. "You know, you can always just stay the night here. We’ve got a guest room and clean bedsheets. You don’t have to

home, and there's still a document in there that I need to amend

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

completely out of Glenna's expectations. "No, thanks!" she answered instantly. Eyeing the man’s unfinished plate of chips, she shifted her eyes and added, "You

an Uber now is not a good idea,

of his sentence. In fact, he sounded so commanding it was

Declan's car and took the

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

Deirdre by the door, and gnashed her teeth. She took the passenger

before moving to close the door.

pressed against her back. His chin rested on her shoulder, close to her neck. His breathing was a

tilting her face toward

replied, "It’s nothing. It’s just