Michael opened the door for Lucia and she smiled her thanks at him. It was not her "smile" smile. It was her "thank you" smile, the smile she would give a doorman if he got the door for her. There was none of that spark he loved to see in her eyes. She was worried. He understood. Her father had gotten into Rhodes a couple of hours ago.
She didn't need to be worried. He wanted to tell her that, but he did not want to be dismissive of her genuine fears. This was her father they were talking about. She had a right to worry about him. He would let her, and he would hold her hand throughout. So, he smiled back and covered the top of her head so she didn't bump it on the edge of the door frame.
He stopped her with a hand as she moved to slide across the seat.
