“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.
A contractor? “Then you must have a pretty eventful life, for a contractor I mean.” He had no idea what that entailed, but he wasn’t going to ask. One thing he learned from this place is that people liked their secrets to remain so. He walked down the corridor, passing offices and busy agents. “What sort of training do you do?”
“Oh, I’m SAR normally, but I’m an empath, so I’m going to work with Abby on shielding. So usually it’s pretty quiet for me — another reason why I got lost today.” She grinned easily up at him.