(Wouldn’t happen like a sexual thing, Ross is strictly dickly, but I do have something.)
Isiah had noticed the woman hitting on a bunch of people the night before at the bar, drunk and not at all safe to drive and he doubted she would want to wake up next to some of the people she was hitting on, so when she made her way to him he pretended to accept it and took her back to his hotel room but got her to sleep, covering her with the blanket when she finally did and getting himself as comfortable as he could on the couch, reluctantly taking a pain killer to do so so his leg wouldn’t wake him up, but he was still up before she was.
“Hey, how’d you sleep?” he asked, keeping his voice low when she awoke.”
“That makes sense.” Summer folded her hands around one knee and chewed on her lip. “So there’s just this gap, there. With nothing in it. North Dakota’s a long way from here. And kind of in another direction.” She thought some more. “I … might be able to retrieve some of those memories. Or at least tell you something about them.”
“How?” he asked her as he finally found a diner that seemed okay to eat at, pulling into the parking lot and parking in the handicapped spot, needing to, but making sure to put the placard up for it.
“Everything about this confuses me,” he admitted softly.
“I’m not entirely human, Isiah,” Summer said, equally softly. She didn’t look at him. “I have a — gift, a power, that I can read people’s emotions, their hearts, and sometimes, very rarely, I can see the events that evoked those emotions.”