Darcy breathed something of a sigh of relief when she moved next to him. She was far too difficult to resist, and when she was right in his lap none of his thoughts were pure.
“Thank you,” he said, grateful for the space for the moment. He curled his fingers with hers, and settled back beside her. He thought about what she had to say about, and then nodded a little. That was exactly it. Was he going to repress what he really wanted because of her mother? But by the same token... if he proposed right now, and she said yes, she’d surely want to tell her mother right away, and he didn’t want her to be surprised by a negative reaction.
“What makes you most comfortable?” he asked after a moment.