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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

“You won’t be lucky today,” she says. “It’s wedding season, and all the taxis are working as shuttle services, booked way in advance. You’ll hardly find one passing by.”

“But how do people get to weddings if they don’t have a car?”

“Ah, well. Usually, transportation’s arranged by the bride and groom. Are you going to a wedding?”

“Yes, at the Castello di Amorosa.”

“What hotel are you staying in?”

“I’m not exactly staying in a hotel. I just arrived.”

She gives me a puzzled look.

“I wasn’t supposed to come,” I explain. “I changed my mind at the last minute, but I need to get there quickly. The wedding starts in one hour.”

“You’re going dressed like that?” she asks even more suspiciously, narrowing her eyes at me.

I stare down at my crumpled blouse, jeans, and traveling flats. “Yes. I’m going dressed like this because, guess what, I’m not a guest. Okay? I’m not even invited if you really must know.” All the stress, the fatigue of the past twenty-four hours, is finally bubbling out. The shaken beer can has been opened. “But I need to get to that wedding before it starts. And I need to get there fast as it’s my intention to steal the groom before he gets married. So if you could please tell me if there are any means of transportation I could use to get there, I’d be eternally in your debt.”

The girl claps her hands and squeals, “You should’ve told me that in the first place. Nothing this exciting has ever happened to me.” I refrain from pointing out that nothing’s really happening to her and let her babble on. “You’re going to be the talk of the town. Stealing the groom, like in the movies. This is so romantic!”

“So, can you help me?”

“Of course. I’m Jody, nice to meet you.”

“Gemma.” I shake her hand.

“Let me call my brother. He has to go there to deliver some hay; there’s a pretty farm near the castle. I’ll see if he can give you a ride.”

***

“Are you all right back there?” Jody’s brother, Mike, shouts from the cab of his tractor half an hour later.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I shout back. At least as fine as I’ll ever be riding on the back of a noisy tractor, perched on a stack of hay bales. It turns out Jody’s brother drives a one-seater tractor.