Page 66 of Freeing Lark

“A little.” She pointed at his glasses. “You wear readers.”

He looked completely unimpressed. “Apparently.”

“That’s adorable.”

She could’ve sworn his cheeks reddened a bit. “They help me see,” he muttered.

“That’s what makes it adorable.”

His mouth twitched. “I can take them off.”

“No,” she blurted, then laughed off her enthusiasm. “Keep them on.”

He shook his head and returned his attention to his phone. Lark headed for the tiny kitchen.

“Coffee?”

“Please.”

“Food?”

“Whatever you’re making.”

She glanced over her shoulder. “Careful. That’s how you end up with something involving vegetables.”

“I’ll risk it.”

She smiled. As she started breakfast, she kept stealing glances at him. The glasses changed him somehow. They made him seem less like the larger-than-life man she’d imagined after learning he was a SEAL. More human. More ordinary.

Not that she thought there was anything ordinary about Cormac. She’d seen what happened when he was on alert. She’d seen the way he could move without making a sound.

But sitting on her too-small couch wearing glasses while waiting for breakfast? That was different. That was just a man. Her man?

The thought startled her, so she quickly focused on the eggs. Not yet. She wasn’t going to scare herself away from something that felt this good.

A knock sounded at the back door at the bottom of the stairs. Cormac immediately straightened. The transformation was instant. Glasses off. Phone pocketed. Alertness snapped into place.

Lark couldn’t help smiling. “Back to superhero mode?”

“Something like that.”

He opened the door and returned with Spark following carrying equipment. Eggs was behind him with several boxes.

“Morning, kids,” Eggs said.

“Morning.”

His gaze shifted toward Cormac. Then toward Lark. Then back to Cormac. A slow grin appeared.

“No,” Cormac barked.

Eggs’ grin widened. “I didn’t say anything.”

“You were about to.”

“I was going to say, nice couch.”

“Sure you were.”