Resent, Reject, Regret

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.”

Glenna looked alarmed. She snatched her bag 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? I still need to be at work by 7:00 a.m. tomorrow!”

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

My laptop’s waiting at home, and there’s still a document in there

from the

out of Glenna’s

she shifted her eyes and added, “You should just continue your dinner. I don’t need anyone to

is not a good idea,

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

Declan’s car

it did not reach his eyes at all. “Am I supposed to be

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

close the door. It was then that a pair of hands suddenly

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

tilting her face toward him.” That was a long call.

a brief silence, Kyran replied,

Declan had said. Curious, Deirdre replied, “Didn’t you say