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."

and 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?

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

still a document

from the rack. "My car's right outside. I'll

answered instantly. Eyeing the man’s unfinished plate of chips, she shifted

is not a good idea, Glenna. Get

tail-end of his sentence. In fact, he sounded so

quietly walked toward Declan's

it did not reach his eyes at all.

a glance at Deirdre by the door, and gnashed her teeth.

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

rested on her shoulder, close

caressed his cheek before tilting her face toward him." That was a long call. What happened?

Kyran replied, "It’s nothing.