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!”

“You know, you can always just stay the night here. We’ve got a guest

document in there that I

followed and swiped his coat from the rack. “My car’s

was completely out of Glenna’s expectations.

added, “You should just continue your dinner.

a

of his sentence. In fact, he sounded so commanding it was as if he would not accept any contrary opinions. Glenna had to swallow

toward Declan’s car and took the

his eyes at all.

the door, and gnashed

vanished into the distance before moving to close the door.

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

his cheek before tilting her face toward him.” That was a long call. What

brief silence, Kyran replied, “It’s

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