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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

“STOP!” I yell at the top of my lungs as I run up the aisle. “I need to speak. Stop. You have to stop.” I’m drenched in sweat and panting.

“Gemma?” The groom turns toward me, and the entire room falls silent. I freeze in the middle of the aisle and suddenly I don’t seem able to talk anymore. Because I want to kill the bastard! I don’t trust myself with getting any closer to him.

“Gemma?” Amelia blinks, perplexed. She’s resplendent in her white gown. My heart breaks for her. “You made it! What happened to you? I got your text saying you were coming, but you disappeared. You should’ve landed hours ago. What happened?”

“Long story.” I try to catch my breath. “Expired driving license, maxed credit card, public transportation, traffic, chicken trucks…”

The journey here was a nightmare. The resort where Amelia’s getting married is lost in the country in the middle of nowhere. I’d tried to rent a car to come here, but it turned out my license had expired and my credit card maxed out. I didn’t have enough cash on me for a cab all the way from Chicago, and once I got to the closest town by bus, there were no cabs. So the only passage I found was in a truck transporting chickens. I’m sure I still have feathers on me.

“Are you okay?” Amelia asks.

“Mostly…”

“Err-hem.” The minister clears his throat in the background. “If you don’t mind, miss, we’re in the middle of a ceremony here.”

“Right.” Amelia seems to realize for the first time that I’ve just interrupted her wedding. “Why don’t you take a seat and we can talk later?”

“Actually,” I mumble, twisting my fingers, “I need to talk to you right now.”

“Can’t it wait until later? I’m kind of in the middle of something here,” Amelia says, annoyed now.

“Don’t you think I know? I need to talk to you before you go through with the something. It’s important.”

“Okay then, say what you’ve come to say so we can get a move on.”

“It’d be better if you could step aside for a second and talk to me in private.”

“Gemma, I love you. But I’m getting married, right now. I’m not stepping aside for a girl talk.”

Mr. Taylor, Amelia’s father, grabs my elbow and drags me gently to the side. “Come on, dear, this can wait until later.”

“Let me go,” I protest. “Let me go! Amelia, I need to talk to you, seriously, please. Give me five minutes.”

“Gemma, I know you have a taste for drama, but today is not the day. We will talk after I get married.”

“Nooooo!” I scream as Mr. Taylor revives his efforts to drag me away. “You can’t marry him, you just can’t.”