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Charlotte “Charlie” has always been the quieter half of Penelope’s chaos—sweet, observant, and a little reserved… until her best friend’s influence brings out her mischievous side. A weekend at Penelope’s house should be completely harmless. Until Charlie wanders into the kitchen at two in the morning and finds Alexander. Penelope’s father. Forty-three. Rugged. Confident. Gray-green eyes. And apparently very amused by how easily Charlie gets flustered around him. Charlie knows better. Alexander knows exactly what he’s doing. And Penelope? Fast asleep upstairs, completely oblivious.