She opened the door to the fiber studio, all too aware of how she was holding her breath. Silly, really, since Roberto worked for her. But even though she wouldn’t allow herself to look back, she knew that Loc stood only a few paces behind her, would be all too obvious as soon as Roberto had a second to focus on the interior of the building.
“Hi, Roberto,” she said breezily, knowing the best thing to do was balls her way through this and hope for the best. “This is Loc de la Cruz, a fiber artist from Spain. He’s visiting right now.”
Although she’d noticed the way Roberto’s eyes had narrowed as soon as he caught sight of Loc, he seemed to relax a bit as he heard her explanation for his presence. “Ah, from Spain?” His gaze moved to the demon lord. “Buenos días, encantado de conocerlo.”
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