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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

“Years, Gemma… years!” Shakes head. Starts pacing.

Stops. Looks. Speaks.

“Not a word…” Shakes head. Starts pacing.

Stops. Looks. Speaks.

“You’re crazy.”

He’s finally standing still. Umm. I’m tempted to ask if he thinks I’m crazy in a you’re-so-cute-because-you’re-crazy-romantic way or if it’s more of an I-want-them-to-shut-you-in-an-asylum-and-throw-away-the-keys crazy. I make to stand up and join him, but he shows me his index again.

“Down.”

“Can’t we talk if I stand?”

“No Gemma, we can’t. Right now, I need you there at a safe distance. I’m still too mad at you to have you in my air.”

“Okay, I’m going to sit down.” I feel like Chris Pratt talking to Blue in Jurassic World. I’m not sure if Jake is going to tear me to pieces or join #TeamGemma. “But please say something.”

“Three years, Gemma. Three. Years.” He finally seems able to streamline his thoughts in a more articulate way. “Not a word from you in three years, and you choose my wedding day to have a chat?”

“I’m sorry, Jake; I know my timing’s bad…”

“Bad timing, she says. Ah! Your timing isn’t bad, it’s awful. Why did you wait until I was at the altar?”

“Well, my plan was to catch you before the ceremony started,” I explain. “Then there was this rude lady at the airport who wouldn’t rent me a car because my driving license was expired, but she maxed out my credit card with the stupid deposit anyway so I didn’t have any money left for a cab. I took like five different trains and buses to get to Yountville, and from there the only way I could get here was on the back of a tractor filled with hay. Then bouncer guy wouldn’t let me in, so I had to cook up a distraction. I sacrificed my bag, I threw it down the moat, and I ran past security. By the time I was inside, it was too late. The ceremony had already started, so it was sort of a now-or-never moment.”

“You came here riding on a hay tractor?” He’s trying to keep a straight face, but I can see the corners of his mouth twitch. And for the first time since I got here, hope rises in my chest.

“I did.”

“You’re crazy.”

“I am a bit.”

“And I’m crazy.”

“Are you?” I ask.

He’s looking at me with such intensity, I might pass out. I want to throw myself at him and hug him, kiss him. But I’m afraid I’m going to get the sit-down finger again, so I stick to my chair.