“I’m looking for Abby Logan. Telepath?” Summer sighed, starting to wonder if she’d even get there before Abby decided she’d been stood up and just left. “Never mind. Can you just, I don’t know, escort me to the training rooms?”
Abby Logan.
Telepath. Oh. “Yeah, yeah I know who you mean. Sorry, my mind wandered off-” Violet eyes. “Um, yes. Of course, let me show you the way,” He walked around the desk and gestured for her to lead the way out the door into the halls. “Are you new here?” He knew how confusing that could be.
“Not exactly. I’m a contractor, normally, and I don’t come here that often.” Summer led the way out of the room and then stood back to let him precede her. Politely she ignored the spike of emotion when he’d recognised Abby’s name, though she wondered if her dark-haired friend knew she had an admirer besides Steve.