“No, I know not to trust people. But you seem trustworthy.” He prepared himself for the pain she told him about.
“Aren’t you sweet! You barely know a thing about me, and you’ve decided to trust me.”
He smiled again. “I try.”
“Ooh.” She arched an eyebrow at him. “Heartbreaker. Hold on tight; I’m going to show you something the twentieth century invented.” Summer didn’t wait for an answer before dropping into a flat stoop, throwing a couple wingovers as they neared the ground.
Arthur’s eyes widened as they headed for the ground. His grip tightened around Summer. “What are you doing?”
“Careful, darlin’, careful … ” she murmured, flattening out the flight path as objects below grew larger. Central Park came up beneath their feet, and a slow spiral brought them to the upper branches of the trees, then beneath the leaves. Involuntarily, she backwinged, throwing up dry leaves and dust, before settling to the ground in a little copse.