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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

“I would certainly hope so.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“That if you’re only looking for another two-week relationship, I’m not interested.”

“So what are you interested in?”

“I don’t know, why don’t you tell me?”

“Calm down. Why are you getting so worked up?”

The answer comes from my twisting guts before I can even form a rational thought. And since I’ve no gut-to-mouth filters, I yell, “Because I’m in love with you!”

The silence that follows this impromptu declaration is so tense that even Chevron lifts her head to check on us. Richard is staring at me with that deer-in-the-headlights expression. Well, “terrorized to death” wasn’t exactly the reaction I was hoping for. Tears prick my eyes and I have to blink fast to hold them back. Still, Richard isn’t speaking.

“Don’t worry,” I say, getting up. “You don’t have to say it back.”

Coward, I add in my head. I know you feel the same.

I can’t stand to look at his terrified expression for a second longer, so I dart for the bedroom. I manage to throw on the essentials before Richard comes in. Admittedly, having this argument wearing only a lacy bra and panties is hardly any better.

“What do you want from me?” he asks.

“Guess.”

“What, love?” He scoffs. “A wedding proposal? You want the house with the white fence, the three kids, and a dog in the yard?”

“I already have a dog!” I scream. “And what’s wrong with wanting any of that? What if my dream is to get married and have a family?”

“Well, that’s not my dream.”

“Isn’t it? Or are you too afraid to admit it is, even to yourself, because your dream already got shattered once.”

“This has nothing to do with that… don’t throw my past in my face as an excuse for me not agreeing with your cloud nine attitude.”

“Are you sure? Seems to me you hide a lot behind that past.”

“You’ve no idea what you’re talking about.”

“No, I do. You’re the clueless one.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah, really.”

“Why?”

“Because I told you I’m in love with you and you lost the ability to speak.”

Richard stands there, gaping. Again, not a word.

I grab my pants and slide them on. “There you go again.”

“Blair.” He takes a few steps toward me and places one hand on each of my shoulders. “You’re overreacting.”

“No, Richard.” I shove his hands away and grab my blouse. “You’re underreacting!”

“Underreacting? What does that even mean?”