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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

“Away. As far away as possible.”

“Okay.”

I’m not sure what she means, but I’m okay with driving the car until we have a better idea of where we’re going. That is until I remember my driving license has expired. I hit the brakes. We’re on a road in the middle of a crop field. There’s no police here, but once we get to the main road, I can’t risk being arrested.

“I’m sorry, but you’ll have to drive. My driving license’s expired.”

“Of course you’d come to steal the bride with an expired license.”

Amelia shakes her head, amused. She steps out of the car and becomes immediately serious again as she looks down at herself in her wedding gown, which becomes the next victim of her blind rage. She tears, trashes, and screams. This time, instead of petals, there’s crinoline and tulle flying everywhere. When she’s accomplished the look of a zombie bride from Dawn of the Dead, she starts pulling at the dress like a mad woman.

“Help me. Get it off me. I need it off me.”

I run toward her and start undoing all the tiny hooks and buttons on the back.

“It’s taking too long. I can’t breathe.”

“This dress has a thousand buttons.”

“I don’t care about the buttons—tear it off. Get me out of it.”

I rip the fabric apart with some satisfaction and help her slip out of the zombie dress.

She takes a couple of calming breaths before saying, “Clothes. I need clothes.” She’s wearing only her bridal lingerie. Thank goodness we’re in the middle of nowhere. “My honeymoon bag should be in the trunk with yours. I slept at my parents’ yesterday.”

I open the trunk and fish in her bag for a pair of jeans and a black tank top. She throws off her shoes to get into the jeans, pulls them on, and bends forward to pick up the shoes, which she curve-balls into the field. Okay, I’m going to let it slide and not give her a lecture about littering. Instead, I go back to the trunk and pass her a pair of flats.

She gets out of the field and into the car, I mount shotgun, and we speed away. The sole memento of our passage in this deserted land will be the cadaver of a white satin dress resting in peace at the side of the road.

As we reach more trafficked streets, Amelia makes one sure turn after another. She seems to have a clear idea of where we’re going.

“Ames?” I say uncertainly. “Where are we going?”

“How many days do you have off?”

“A week, stretchable.”

“Good.”

“Why? Where are we going?”

“The airport.”

Five

Wedding Inquisition

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Saturday, June 10—Napa Valley

“Gemma?” Jake repeats. “Is it you?”