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."

got to go before it

to her feet. "You know, you can always just stay the night here. We’ve got a guest room and clean bedsheets.

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

and swiped his coat from the rack. "My car's right outside. I'll drive you

the man’s unfinished plate of chips, she shifted her eyes and added, "You should just continue your dinner. I don't need anyone to drive me

an Uber now is not a good idea, Glenna.

so commanding

toward Declan's car and took

his eyes at all. "Am I supposed to be your driver for

door, and gnashed

close the door. It was

sturdy chest pressed against her back. His chin rested on her shoulder, close

tilting her face toward him." That

a brief silence, Kyran replied, "It’s