Daisy's cheeks warmed at the thought of him feeding her. She returned to focus on her meal and finished it quickly, only looking up once her plate was empty.
"I will have to leave for work," he said softly.
She nodded, her gaze sweeping over his casual attire.
"I will get dressed," he said.
"Shall I assist you?" She asked. When her parents were still married, her mother often helped her father with his clothes and made sure he looked his best before he left.
A twinkle of amusement lit up his eyes. "I would be honored, Daisy."
Standing up, he offered her his hand, and she took it. As he led her through the halls, his bare thumb now caressed her knuckles. Was it something he always did, she wondered?
