Heather stood at the door, her hand on the knob. She took a deep breath in, then slowly let it out, steadying herself. When she finally opened the door, she wore a smile.
But anyone paying attention could tell—it was practiced. It didn't reach her eyes.
"Well, hello there," she said, her voice light. Her eyes ran over Adonis's suit. "You really dressed the part. Guess you're taking the new position seriously. Too bad it's only temporary." She let out a small laugh. It was clearly fake.
Adonis returned a faint, unreadable smile. "Hmm. We'll see," he said casually. "Is my brother home?"
Of course, he already knew the answer. He just wanted to hear her say it.
"We were just about to leave to see a specialist," Heather said. Her voice stayed calm, but it was a lie, and they both knew it.
"What kind of specialist?" Adonis asked. "And more importantly; may I come in?"
Heather hesitated for only a moment, then stepped aside.
"Right. Come on in."
