Derek fought the laugh, knowing it wasn’t the time to let it escape. “Thanks. But I probably should have been clearer that I was jumping back to the earlier part. How did you find out you were a ghostwalker?”
“Do you do that a lot? Jump around in conversation?” There was a hint of embarrassment in Blake’s tone, and Derek felt bad for causing it. It hadn’t been his intent. Rather than draw attention to it, he moved on.
“Not really.” At least Derek didn’t think so. “So? Your story?”
Blake ate more cookie, and for a minute, Derek didn’t think he would answer. He didn’t have to, of course. But Derek was incredibly curious, and wasn’t that what people did when they were getting to know each other? Share their relevant histories? In this case it was a vital piece of information. Derek wouldn’t push, not if Blake didn’t want to share. Hopefully Blake would eventually feel comfortable enough to tell Derek his story.
“I drowned.”