Chapter 92. Do You Think I’m Going Too Far?

Ava’s POV

I had just finished making dinner and was chatting with Bella, my business manager, as Max walked into the penthouse. His jacket slung off his shoulders with a hint of tiredness on his face.

He stood there and looked over Sophie on the floor with markers, watercolors, and what seemed to be a rainbow of disarray.

“Hey, princess,” he gasped, scooping her into his arms and ruffling her hair.

Sophie giggled up at him. “Daddy, look! I made us superheroes! You’re the flying superhero!”

I grinned, leaning against the kitchen counter, phone to ear and shoulder. Watching them together was always the best part of my day.

“That’s good, Bella,” I said, “Just keep the salesmen in line, Josh, especially. He’s always lagging.”

Max continued playing, tumbling around with Sophie as if the entire floor of the building other than our house was vacant.

He later went to his room to freshen up while I began to round up the phone call.