She grins at him. “Oh, nowhere. Thought you might chase me.”
“Why would I chase you when you always come right back to me?”
“I might not come back? Chasing is fun? There are rewards if you catch me?” She lifts her wrist and looks at his hand. “Oh, I seem to be caught. What are you going to do with me?”
“You always come back.” Isaac watched Summer lift her wrist. “Let you go,” he replied while letting go of her wrist. “It’d be nice if you’d let me work on something, for once.”
“Oh.” Her voice was dejected, and she turned around, walking away.