“Feeling better?” Drake’s voice cut through the quiet as he stepped inside, his sharp gaze landing on Samantha, who was curled up on the sofa.
At the sound of his voice, Samantha looked up, a small smile tugging at her lips.
Drake frowned instantly. “Why are you smiling like that? You look like an idiot.”
She chuckled, unfazed. “Are you worried about me?”
Drake stiffened. His jaw tensed slightly as he gave her a look. Worried? Why would he be? He had no reason to be. He was just making sure she was fine so he wouldn’t hear any complaints later. That was all. Nothing more.
“Don’t flatter yourself,” he muttered, crossing his arms. “I’m only asking because I’m stuck here with you. If something happens to you, your grandfather’s going to think I let you drop dead or something.”
Satisfied
