CHAPTER TWOCRACKSAll the years I've known Camille, she has adored her father, unlike most daughters. I heard him in almost every conversation, and among the list of the people she loved, he was number one.But I had never met him until that moment he drove into the beach house.Twenty-four hours in this house, and Alexander Moreau existed only in fragments, annoyingly so. A closed door at the end of a hallway, a car that appeared and disappeared, and Camille's casual mentions.Dad's in Nice today.Dad's flying back late.Dad's already left for his run; you just missed him.Just missed him. Like I was keeping track when I wasn't keeping track.Except I absolutely was.Lying in bed at midnight, staring at the ceiling, I couldn't stop my brain from wandering.Did he always look that sinful, or was yesterday a special occasion? Are his eyes that blue, or was he wearing contact lenses? What's the size of his palm compared to mine? What would those lips taste like?Stop it.I grabbed my p
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