Page 34 of Winter Glam in Amsterdam

My heart beats in my throat. She’s not steady on her seat. No, she’s swaying dangerously, her hands white-knuckling the counter as she tries to stay in her seat.

Alarm bells go off in my head. I’ve watched her the whole time, and she can’t have had more than two drinks.

There’s no way she’s drunk enough to fall out of her seat after what she had.

"What is it?" Reed asks, following my gaze.

"Something's off," I admit, keeping my eye on her, taking a step aside to let other guests leave. "I watched her, Reed. She only had two drinks."

"Two drinks?" Reed hisses as his eyes widen. "No way. That girl is wasted. Are you sure?"

"One hundred percent. Something's not right here," I growl and make my way over to them. There’s no way I can leave her here without at least checking in.

"What did we just say about barging in?" Reed reminds me with an eye roll, but I shake my head.

"Fuck that. This has nothing to do with me being hypocritical; I don't think that's alcohol."

"You mean…?" he asks, and I nod, and he starts to curse under his breath as he follows close behind me.

My blood is starting to boil with anger as I get closer. Because by now, I'm pretty sure that motherfucker slipped her something.

I realize that blondie is holding onto her arm way too tightly, his fingers digging into her soft skin so hard I wouldn’t be surprised if they left bruises. I take a deep breath before I approach her, flexing my fingers to relieve some of my tension, then clenching them in a fist that I’m silently begging blondie gives me reason for to introduce it to his face. Intimately.

"Hey, Summer. Is everything alright?" I ask with my arms crossed in front of my chest, making blondie whirl around in his seat.

"We're good," he assures me with a smile that shows too white teeth that I’d just love to knock out.

"I wasn't talking to you, blondie." I put my hand on the counter in the middle of the two of them, then forcefully nudge my body between them.

“What the hell?” he asks, but I shoot him a glare over my shoulder that makes him shut up.

"Are you alright?" I ask her again, this time more quietly. When her beautiful blue eyes glance up at me, my heart sinks.

"I don't feel good," she mumbles, her eyelids drooping and head dropping forward.

"I was just about to help her to her room," blondie says behind me, but I ignore him.

“No,” she whispers and shoots me a panicked look. “Tanner, something’s wrong.” I take a deep breath to calm myself, my jaw clenched.

"Is it okay if Reed and I help you to your room?” I ask her softly, a relieved sigh escaping me when she nods.

“Okay. Can you stand up, Darling?" I pull her chair back to make climbing down easier for her, but she immediately falls into my arms and I hug her to me to keep her upright.

"I got her," Blondie tries to interfere again, but this time, Reed steps between him and me.

"Yeah, buddy. That’s not going to happen. She's our friend, and we got her."

"Call Adam," I whisper to Reed. “He's the adult among us. He'll know what to do. I have Summer, don’t let him,” I discreetly nod towards Blonde, “slip away.”

Summer shoots me a panicked look. “Tanner, what’s happening to me?”

“I don’t know, Darling. But I won’t let anything happen to you, alright?” She nods against my chest, and I pull her arm over my shoulders, helping her to the exit.

We barely reach the lobby when she suddenly sags against me like a dead weight. I stop in my tracks and swiftly lean down to hook my arm under her knees and lift her up, carrying her to one of the couches.

"What's going on?" Adam suddenly appears beside me, worry written all over his face when he sees Summer. "Shit, is she alright?"

"I don't know," I tell him honestly, taking a seat next to her and pulling her head into my lap. Panic floods me, but I force myself to remain calm. “Reed and I watched her, Adam, she had barely two drinks. I’m pretty sure the guy who was with her slipped her something. Reed is still with him.” I nod towards the door leading to the bar, where I hear a commotion.

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