“If I have offended, please accept my apology.” Too late, she tried to check her steps and failed, nearly crashing into him.
He instinctively held out his arms for her, taking her arms carefully in his as he looked at her, concern in his blue eyes and with a questioning gaze.
“Are you well?” he asked her.
Summer felt her face heat and had to duck her head away from those eyes. “I just … tripped over my own feet.” This was not good. This was very not good. “I’m fine,” she lied, even though she could feel her ankle starting to throb a bit. She made herself pull away from him, and gave a gamine smile. “I think I owe you yet another apology now, for my clumsiness.”