“Actually, I don’t know what an empath is. I just trust you enough not to care.”
She tipped her head to one side. “You haven’t learnt not to trust yet, is that it? Lucky you. Hold on to that as long as possible, darlin’. You’ll get hurt, but the return will be worth the pain.”
“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.