Clara’s POVCameron’s penthouse felt like the only safe place left in the world.I couldn’t sit still. Nahhh. The moment I stepped through the door, energy crackled under my skin like electricity that I couldn’t turn off. I paced the open living room in bare feet, my socks discarded somewhere near the couch, my fingers twisting together as I replayed the morning over and over in my head.Cameron leaned against the kitchen island, watching me with that steady, patient smile of his. A half-empty glass of water sat forgotten beside him. “You’re going to wear a hole in my floor if you keep that up,” he said gently, but his eyes were warm with amusement.“I can’t help it, I just can't.” I burst out, spinning to face him. A wild, almost giddy laugh escaped me. “Cam, I just came from the U.S. Attorney’s Office. They looked at the files, I mean, they really looked at them, you should see them with their strict faces and their glasses almost on their noses, they looked like if they got hold of
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