““You’re back,” Sam said, as if he couldn’t quite believe it. She lifted her chin, stuffing her hands in her pockets. “Obviously.” He tilted his head slightly to the side. “How was the desert?” There wasn’t a scratch on him. Of course, her face had healed, too, but … “Hot,” she said. Sam let out a breathy chuckle. It wasn’t that she was mad at him for being uninjured. She was so relieved she could have vomited, actually. She just never imagined that seeing him today would feel so … strange. And after what had happened with Ansel, could she honestly say that she trusted him?””
