Lark watched her father and Bobbie leave the office and stepped out of Max’s arms and sat back in her chair. He perched his bottom on the edge of the desk by her keyboard and smiled down at her.
“Are you okay?”
“I feel guilty,” she admitted quietly rearranging things on her desk, trying desperately to quell her racing heart after the way she’d been cuddled in his arms moments ago. Neither her father nor Bobbie seemed to even react to it, as if it was perfectly normal for her to be held by Max and she knew there was a time it would have been. However, knowing now all those times in the past when he’d consoled or cuddled her, he was crushing on her was putting everything in a new light. She was avoiding looking at him and his perfectly formed arse sitting in her peripheral vision.
“Becaus
