“Now how is it that you are allowed to waltz up and reel off a lot of things about a person, and they may not challenge your knowledge, but when I do the same, I only ‘could’ be right?” Summer raised a brow right back at him.
“You have no proof behind your accusations. I have all the proof in the world. I just need to look around your flat and it tells me all I need to know about you, Summer. Where is your proof?” he asked with a smirk.
“Of course you have all the proof. I don’t keep secrets.” She leaned forward, hands folded around her knee. One hand lifted to tap her temple. “My proof is here. I may not be able to share it with anyone else, but it’s still there. You just really don’t like someone else being able to know about you, do you?”
She smiled, but it wasn’t really friendly the way the other smiles had been. “I don’t tell how people are feeling by looking at them, Sherlock. I don’t even have to see them.”