Elodie’s POV
I stare after Beckett as he turns on his heel and walks out of the dining room, leaving Callie and I to finish our breakfast in peace, my breath catching in my throat as his generous offer really settles over me. Relief washes through me, though it doesn’t stave off the undercurrent of muted panic.
Another afternoon together?
Having Beckett help out yesterday was a godsend for my deadline, but watching them together had brought a strange, tight ache to my chest. Callie does not know this handsome, patient bachelor is her father. Every moment they spend together feels like walking through a minefield of potential exposure, a delicate secret hanging by a single thread. If she realises, or if someone else somehow sees a glimpse of him in her somehow, the entire carefully const
