Bobbie opened her eyes with a start and then a shriek as she stared into a pair of brown eyes far too close to her face for her liking.
“Jesus Christ, Maximilian! How many times do I have to tell you not to wake me up like this?” she gripped her chest wondering whether it was possible for her heart to beat out of it.
Max scowled, “why are you in here still sleeping? Where’s my papa?”
Bobbie patted the other side of the bed and then kicked a leg across for good measure. “I don’t know. He likes to do that weird thing called jogging first thing in the morning. Maybe he went for a run.”
“Without me?” Max was appalled.
“Max, you’ve never gone jogging before.”
“I want to, though. I think I could go jogging with him and Riggs and Henri at home. Why can’t I do it here, too?”
“Max,” she grip
