Adam led Summer into the room, his palm on the small of her back. It was something he noticed he’d started doing a lot. It made him feel like a protector, like he wasn’t himself if he didn’t have Summer in his sight. Damn, she was a grown woman, but still, he took it upon himself to make sure she was safe. There were no mincing words now, Adam knew he didn’t see Summer the way he used to see her before? What was she to him now? The thought caused his heart to falter. Better not to dwell on ridiculous thoughts anyway.
Summer trudged over to her bed and plopped down on it, facing the ceiling. The gold headdress was still on her hair, and a big part of him struggled to admit that she looked stunning as he set it on her head an hour ago.
“What’s the time?” She peered at him.
He took a brief
