“Good evening, ladies,” Morgan Duke said, hamming it up with a deep bow to Susan and Penny.
“Come in, Morgan,” Susan said. She had her emotions under control. Her greeting was pleasant, inviting. She stepped aside, allowed him in, and gently closed the door behind him. The strain of maintaining this pleasant front showed in the rigidness of her smile, which looked almost painful. Penny thought her jaw might cramp up if she didn’t relax it soon.
Morgan swept in between them, bending a little to favor Penny with his wide, patronizing smile. “Young Miss Sinclair, always a pleasure.”
Get bent.
“It’s good to see you,” Penny said, now smiling so widely she thought her own jaw might cramp.
Morgan sniffed the air theatrically as he rose, then grinned.
Penny wished he would stop smiling
