In the hallway, Dominic stood silently at the threshold of the pink bedroom, holding a cup of black coffee. The morning light slanted through the tall windows, catching the gold cufflinks at his wrists.
His hair was perfectly styled, and he wore a dark three-piece suit with his tie meticulously knotted. He kept his head turned toward the room, watching Dorothea. His expression was surprisingly soft, the faint hint of a smile touching the corner of his lips.
The sight broke Avery into a cold sweat. She had never seen that look on his face before-unguarded, almost tender.
Hearing her approach, Dominic turned around. His gaze swept over the damp ends of her hair before settling on her face.
"Good morning, Dr. Clair. You rose quite early for someone who had such a restless night."
She did
