“Derek picked the spot? Had he been hoping I'd be blinded by the morning sun and stumble off the edge?”
“Men occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of them pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing had happened.”
“I forced a smile. It was the one I'd been practicing all morning. It felt tight at the edges and brittle everywhere in between.”
“He may be in for a rough morning then," Derek remarked, chuckling.”
“Occasionally he stumbled over the truth, but hastily picked himself up and hurried on as if nothing had happened.”