Samantha could relax because she knew Nate wouldn't have needed her. She had left her phone fully charged and in a place easy to reach, just in case.
Still, there wasn't much she could help with, in a manoeuvre like the one of that evening. She just hoped that it was the same for Rider.
Not that she had any reason to care. He was an adult and should have known how to behave in his pack.
However, knowing he worked in the security department, she could guess he had no reason to be there during an economic crisis.
She finished her bath with her conscience clear, ready for a bumpy night. She didn't dress because it seemed like a useless effort. Moreover, Rider would have no panties to steal that way.
The aroma of food had invaded the house, and she felt it as soon as she turned the water off. She wrapped herself in a big towel and, all wet and dripping, she walked to the kitchen.