“You really think so?”
“No.” Summer stepped forward, once, twice. Her fingertips rested against his chest. She slid one finger down his sternum. “Find us some place private. Now.”
Isaac grinned and started walking away from her, expecting her to follow. He managed to find a random room with a door that locked, and he figured it was good enough. He slipped inside and locked the door behind them.
She followed, not even bothering to check if anyone was paying attention to them, and grabbed a chair, positioning it in an empty space. “Sit,” she commanded.