“The earth is spinning,” Penelope whispers. Her eyes fall closed, and her body goes limp right before she sways. Conor rushes over, catching her before she crashes her head onto the cement. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do now. I can’t possibly carry Penelope around once it’s time to get out of the cab. I consider calling Tristan for only about half a second. He’ll be pissed if I interrupt his bachelor party with the guys, regardless of the situation.
