Santiago’s words echoed in the kitchen as sharp as shattered glass, or perhaps that was only in Beth’s head, which she realized she was shaking no before she’d even thought about it.
Beth felt heat climb her neck. Flirting? What part of her interaction with Derrick could have been mistaken for flirting? And why the hell did it matter so much to her that Santiago didn’t believe that?
She knew why, even though she would have denied it to hell and back. Beside her, she was aware of Derrick going utterly motionless. At least she wasn’t the only one caught off guard.
"That," Derrick started, sounding confused and puzzled in equal measure, as though his brain was working double time in an effort to figure out his brother. "Is not what was happening."
But Santiago didn't look at him. He was
