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Back First Comes Love
Chapters (92)
  1. First
  2. Love Connection
  3. Zero
  4. One
  5. Two
  6. Three
  7. Four
  8. Five
  9. Six
  10. Seven
  11. Eight
  12. Nine
  13. Ten
  14. Eleven
  15. One Month Later
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Six Months Later
  21. Sixteen
  22. Seventeen
  23. Eighteen
  24. Nineteen
  25. Twenty
  26. Twenty-one
  27. Twenty-two
  28. Twenty-three
  29. Twenty-four
  30. Six Months Later
  31. Twenty-five
  32. Twenty-six
  33. Twenty-seven
  34. Twenty-eight
  35. Twenty-nine
  36. Thirty
  37. Thirty-one
  38. Thirty-two
  39. Thirty-three
  40. I Have Never
  41. One
  42. Two
  43. Three
  44. Four
  45. Five
  46. Six
  47. Seven
  48. Eight
  49. Nine
  50. Ten
  51. Eleven
  52. Twelve
  53. Thirteen
  54. Fourteen
  55. Fifteen
  56. Sixteen
  57. Seventeen
  58. Eighteen
  59. Nineteen
  60. Twenty
  61. Twenty-one
  62. Twenty-two
  63. A Christmas Date
  64. One
  65. Two
  66. Three
  67. Four
  68. Five
  69. Six
  70. Seven
  71. Eight
  72. Nine
  73. Ten
  74. Eleven
  75. Twelve
  76. Thirteen
  77. Fourteen
  78. Fifteen
  79. Sixteen
  80. Seventeen
  81. Eighteen
  82. Nineteen
  83. Twenty
  84. Twenty-one
  85. Twenty-two
  86. Note from the Author
  87. Sneak Peek – To the Stars and Back
  88. Two
  89. Three
  90. Four
  91. Also by Camilla Isley
  92. About the Author

“I know. I’ve known for a long time. Go, be happy,” he whispers back.

I let him go, gather up my skirts again, and sprint down the aisle toward Jake. I take his outstretched hand and together we run out of the chapel into the sunset.

***

Outside, Jake stops behind me and pulls me backward. “If I have to wait another second to do this…” He cups my face and leans his forehead against mine. “I’ve missed you so much, I love you so much.” He presses his lips to mine in a passionate kiss before I can say anything. My knees buckle underneath me and I grip his arms to stay upright. If one could die of happiness, I’d be heading to heaven.

Jake pulls back. “When I found out you were getting married, I got so scared. I told myself I’d leave you alone, that I wouldn’t come here today, and before I knew it, I was in the car driving here.”

“Jake, I know. I wanted to crash your wedding when I found out, but I couldn’t. I-I love you. I love you. I love you.” He kisses me again.

“You really wanted to crash my wedding? How? What happened?”

“Later,” I tell him, looking over his shoulders at the chapel door as the first stunned guests flood out. “Let’s get the car and get the hell out of here, now.”

He takes my hand again and drags me forward to his car. We’re almost there when someone screams my name. I turn around and see Amelia running toward us holding her long skirt in one hand and dragging my honeymoon suitcase behind with the other. She catches up with us in the parking lot and throws her arms around my neck.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” she whispers in my ear. “I was wrong.”

“It doesn’t matter, it’s all good now.” I beam at her.

“I can see that.” She smiles back at me then at Jake. “You stole the bride.”

He gives her his best mischievous grin.

“Make her happy,” Amelia says.

“Will do.” Jake nods. “I’ll get the car,” he says. “Give you girls a minute.”

Amelia seems about to cry. She hands me the suitcase and takes from her shoulder my purse with my phone, wallet, and passport inside. “After being a runaway bride myself, I thought you might need these.”

“Thanks. Tell my parents I’ll call them soon. And please say sorry to everyone.”

“You don’t worry about a thing, I’ll take care of everything here. Now go and be happy.”

Jake backs the car next to us and I climb in the front seat, waving goodbye one last time as we screech out of the yard, sending gravel flying behind us.

“Any idea where we’re going?” I ask.