”This guy can introduce himself. I’m Martin Lahey, Isaac’s cousin.”
Isaac figured he’d just let Martin talk since he couldn’t seem to get a word in edgewise.
”What he said.”
”And you are?”
“Summer. Summer Rainault.”
She looked from Isaac back to Martin. “So … you’re visiting Isaac?” she tried. If Isaac had a cousin, why was he still living with the McCalls? Didn’t his family want to take him in? She didn’t say that — she didn’t want him to leave. Didn’t even want to suggest it.