The hunter lifted his hands, plastering an entirely unbelievable expression of innocence on his face. He rocked back. “There’s no need for that. Just watch out for her. She’s dangerous.” He turned and walked away, hands in his pockets, very casual, and paused at the end of the driveway. “If you see her, make good on that threat.”
Isaac glared at the man throughout his act of innocence, but he was relieved to see him back off. “I’ll be sure to avoid this… ninja assassin girl,” he reassured the man with an eloquent look. “He’ll be the first one I call,” he added, then watched as the man finally walked away. He closed the door and locked it, then turned to look at the girl with a suspicious glare. “Give me a good reason I shouldn’t just call the Sheriff.”
“I don’t have one,” Summer admitted, coming to her feet. She lifted her hands, keeping the fingers spread, where he could see them. “I don’t know of anything I can say that you would believe, except thank you. All I can offer is to let you ask me anything, and I’ll answer honestly.” Wryly, with a slightly twisted smile, she went on, “Of course that brings you back to the problem of trusting me.”