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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

“Hi,” I say, and shake Christian Slade’s hand as if I was used to meeting out-of-this-world-gorgeous men all the time.

A tiny part of me wants to take a selfie with him and post it on my Instagram feed right away. So I’m equally disappointed and relieved that only the official event photographer is admitted up here. At least I’m forced not to embarrass myself with the request, but I want the selfie so badly.

Richard and “Chris” do some catching up, and I’m content to just ogle the pair. It’s like staring at a box of bonbons, trying to decide which one you want to eat first. These two are the yin and yang of masculine sex appeal. Christian: tall, blonde, green-eyed. Richard: equally tall, dark hair, dark eyes. Both impossibly sexy. Both with knee-wobble-inducing British accents. And both bachelors. Yum!

“So, how’s the evening going?” Richard asks Christian after a while.

“Ah, too much public relations. I need a break.” That’s when the mega-Hollywood star surprises me bending his head toward me in a small bow. “May I steal the lady for a dance?”

Twelve

Never Make the First Move

Aaaaaaaah! Christian Slade, asking me to dance?!

“Sure,” I say, taking his hand.

There’s a small square in the garden serving as a dance floor, and some other couples are already swaying in the middle. Christian escorts me to the center, and we start swirling in time with the music. With a hand on my lower back and the other holding mine, he leads me like a professional.

“You’re an impressive dancer,” I say.

“You seem surprised.”

“Not many men can waltz this gracefully, not in this century at least.”

He chuckles. “Comes with the job, I guess.”

“Of being an actor?”

“Yeah, sooner or later we all have to star in a costume movie with a ball, and the dance-like-a-gentleman training becomes mandatory.”

“What movie?”

Christian raises a brow. “Not a fan, I take it?”

I blush. “No, it’s not that. But I’m not a stalker either. You’ve been in so many movies… I don’t remember them all.”

“Which ones have you seen, then?”

“Ah, well. Last year’s sci-fi flick… mmm… Dancing in the Rain, of course. See, that’s another one you had to waltz in.”

“Indeed. That’s my excuse for being a good dancer—what’s yours?”

“Several years of ballet with some ballroom dancing on the side.”

“Brilliant.”

“Your real-life British accent sounds weird.”

Christian flashes me another of his million-dollar smiles. “You don’t like it?”

“No, I do. It’s just that on TV, you usually speak American. It’s fascinating how you can sound totally natural with both accents.”

Christian chuckles. “That’s diction training for you. And having an American mum helped too.” He winks.