“I don’t wish you to think it’s because you rescued me from Sir Kit,” Summer mumbled.
“Do you want the honest truth? I think I would have felt the same way no matter the circumstances,” Sir Isaac offered up with a crooked little smile, before lifting up his shoulders in a shrug. “But if it makes you uncomfortable, then I shall bury my feelings.”
She glanced up, startled. “No! No, please don’t do that.” Slowly, she came back over to him, and gently touched his face. “You are a very strange man.”