Summer's Pov
Gray Ashford.
Ashford.
I turned the name over in my head while the room swayed slightly around me. Ashford like Crew. Was he a cousin? A relative? My brain was trying to work through it but the alcohol had other plans and thinking in straight lines was proving difficult.
The two guys were gone. I registered that. One second they were there and then Gray said whatever he said in that quiet certain voice and they just left.
He crouched down in front of me.
"I'm sorry about that." His voice was calm and warm and completely different from anything I had been surrounded by tonight. "Can you stand?"
"I can stand," I said, which was optimistic.
He looked at me with grey eyes that were kind in a way I hadn't seen in a while. Then he made a decision and scooped me up before I
