I had my hand on the kettle when the keypad beeped and Gemma came in with her coat still half on.

She set a paper bag on the granite.

“Chamomile.

The loose leaf, not the bags.

I thought you might like something warm after being out in the cold.”

“That’s kind of you.”

“Sit.

I’ll do it.” She had the kettle going before I could get up.