SAMANTHA'S POV

 

I was wrong. There was no cause for worry. Could I help it, though?

 

Her moodiness had made me pale since we returned, but now my heart was at peace.

 

Rodriguez, whose head was buried in the paper, flapped it together as I descended the stairs. “How did it go? How's she?”

 

I sighed, rolling my hand in the air. “There’s no cause for alarm. She said she feels tired, but she'll be fine.”

 

“See… I told you there was nothing wrong with her.” I sauntered to where he was and sank my ass beside him.

 

He wrapped his hand around my neck as he placed the paper...