Page 35 of Winter Glam in Amsterdam

"Should we call Luca? Her parents? Adam, what do we do?"

"No," she whispers so softly I almost don't catch it, but relief washes over me when I realize she’s awake again. "Don't call them."

"Darling, you just fainted," I point out, but she shakes her head softly.

"I'm alright."

"You're clearly not," I point out. “Do you need to puke?” She shakes her head again and I silently thank the heavens because my gag reflex would get triggered instantly and I would have been throwing up right along with her.

"Well, I'm not going to ask why you were in there watching her." Adam rolls his eyes at me, but then takes a deep breath and crouches down in front of us so he’s eye to eye with her. "Summer, how many drinks did you have?"

“I said—”

“I’m not asking you.” He shoots me a glare and I shut up. “Summer?”

“One. And a bit,” she whispers and grimaces.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

"Okay.” He gets up again, and I want to dance in relief when I see him in ‘get shit done’ mode. “Get her over there.” He points to a corner. “She doesn't need to sit here on display for everyone to see. I will catch up with Reed and call the police.”

"Police?" she tries to open her eyes again.

"Yes, Summer," Adam says, his whole demeanor turning as soft as when he’s talking to Zoey. "If someone drugged you, we need to involve the police.”

“No.”

“What if he does it to someone else?” Adam points out, and I feel her whole body tense.

“Alright,” she finally whispers, lifting a shaky hand to pull a strand of hair away from her face.

“Good. Now be a good girl and let Tanner carry you over there, so your parents and brother don't get a heart attack when they see you as they come back from their walk or wherever they are. Tanner, can you stay with her? Otherwise I can call Lily."

“No, I’m good.”

“Good.” He nods, mumbling something about not crowding Summer under his breath before he walks off.

She gives another slight nod that I feel against my thigh, and I gently lift her head off my leg to get up to hook my arms under her shoulders and knees, then pull her into my arms and carry her to another couch that’s not right by the hotel entrance.

"Fuck," I whisper as I sit down with her in my arms, my back towards the lobby to shield her from curious looks. Adam storms off to find Reed, my heart still thundering in my throat. Her fainting against me was scary as hell.

Her eyes are closing again now, and she leans her head against my shoulder.

"Sorry," she mumbles, but I shake my head and tighten my hold on her so she can keep leaning against me as she drifts off again.

It doesn’t take long until we’re suddenly surrounded by police officers and paramedics.

"Can you please seat her on the couch?" one of them asks and force myself to nod. When Adam mentioned calling the authorities, I was nervous for a minute, but thankfully they speak very good English.

Everything inside me screams to not let her go. To keep her safe right here in my arms, even though that would defeat the whole purpose of having called the cops in the first place. So I lift heroff my lap and seat her on the couch, just as her eyes flutter open again.

One of the police officers pulls me aside to take my statement, and I recount everything I saw that evening. Reed and Adam are standing a few metres away from me doing the same and my shoulders sag in relief when I see that two more cops have blondie cornered on the other side of the lobby.

For a moment, I was nervous he would slip away.

"So what's going to happen now?" I ask the officer, once I’m done with my statement, and he gives me a hard stare.

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