Her ears told her Jake Randall was back home. That couldn’t be true.But it was.And he was staring at her and Griffin as if they’d committed a mortal sin.“Calm down, Jake. It’s not what you think,” Griffin protested, his voice rusty.“It sure as hell better not be,” Jake said, his voice a little calmer.“Daddy?” Toby called from down the hall.Camille heard his feet pounding as he sprinted for his father.“Where’s Mom?”“She’s not here yet, son. Pete and I came ahead, but the rest of them are in San Francisco, taking an extra day.” After giving Toby a hug, he asked, “Have you been missing school?”“Not a single day. I tried to stay home because of Torie and Caroline, but Camille and Uncle Griff said I had to go.”Camille had gotten awake enough to start pushing back the covers. She was still dressed in jeans and shirt. She even wore her tennis shoes. She looked up to find Jake staring at her.“I accidentally fell asleep,” she muttered.“What about Torie and Caroline?
