“Summer? What are you doing in here?” Edward poked his head around the door of the armory, and his adolescent step-sister shrieked and dropped the sword she was pretending to swing. It clanged on the floor, barely missing her foot, and she put her hands behind her back, trying to look innocent.

It didn’t work very well. Mostly because Edward knew better. It was hard to be stern when the redhead was twisting her foot into the floor. He sighed, concealing a smile, and stepped into the room.

“Would you like me to teach you how to use that properly?”

Her answering smile lit up the room, and she flung herself at him, clutching him about the waist. “Would you?”

“I just said so. But let’s get you one a little more suited to your size, yeah?”