Swallowing down her panic, she tried to keep her voice even. "I would say I pretty much fell into it."
"Mmmm. Funny how that happens." Derrick tilted his head. "What did you do before?"
"This and that." She turned to open the drawer for a clean spoon, using the movement to put a few inches between them. "Nothing worth talking about."
Derrick let the silence run for a moment. He was good at silence, she'd give him that. He wore it the way some men wore authority, naturally, without effort, as though the quiet were a room he'd furnished himself and was simply waiting for her to walk into. Kaleth, apparently bored with the adult conversation, reached past her shoulder toward the fruit bowl on the counter and made a focused grab for a banana.
"No," Beth said, redirecting the hand gently.
