There were a lot of things Summer expected from her pseudo-brother, her bodyguard, basically her nanny, and coming back from a council meeting a newly elected district supervisor was not going to be one of them.
Luckily for Alastair, she had spent the whole day with her nose in books for her summer classes. She was nothing if not a diligent student, always. She hadn't checked the news or talked to anyone could have spilled the beans, focusing her day on study.
"Up here, Al." She was in a sitting room on the second story of the house, a balcony overlooking the main living room with the television, but was instead a good reading spot. Books and papers were scattered around her, and a light was clipped into her current read-- something about nearly ancient Italian artists, of which she was finding that there were a lot of, apparently.