Dylan watched Alyssa’s lithe body move naturally in the lake. Droplets of water clung to her arms and sparkled like diamonds as the sunlight hit her just so. She looked at Dylan who was watching her intently and hadn’t joined her inside the lake yet.
“I used to love swimming here as a child,” Alyssa confessed. “My mom and … Alistair would sit in lawn chairs out here together while I played in the water.” Alyssa looked away wistfully, lost in some memory before looking up at Dylan. It was not lost on him how she’d stopped calling Alistair her father. “I used to want him to look up at me just once…. To see how good of a swimmer I was… but he was always either reading the paper or on his phone.” Alyssa shook her head in disgust. “I tried to impress him all the time. I’m such an idiot.”
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