Chapters (92)
- First
- Love Connection
- Zero
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- One Month Later
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Six Months Later
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Six Months Later
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- I Have Never
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- A Christmas Date
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Note from the Author
- Sneak Peek – To the Stars and Back
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Also by Camilla Isley
- About the Author
We eat our lunch in silence. It’s one of the most awkward meals I’ve ever had. All the more reason for him to move in—this is exactly the sort of thing we need to fix before the holidays.
When the bill arrives, I slip my credit card into the folder and sign the receipt once the server brings it back.
“How was your taco?” I ask Diego, trying to break the ice.
“Bit too fancy. I should’ve stuck with the classic.”
“Aw, don’t tell our server, she’s going to be crushed.”
Diego gives me a brief smile, and then the awkward silence is back.
After a few eternally long moments, he asks, “When do you want me to move in?”
“Tonight, if you can. The sooner the better.” I grab my phone and text him the address. “That’s me,” I say. “Whenever after 8 p.m. is fine.”
“Great. Anything else?”
“Ah, yes.” I fish a brown manila envelope out of my bag and slide it across the table toward him. “This is for you.”
He looks skeptical again.
“What’s this?”
“The first half of your payment,” I reply, nonplussed.
Diego chuckles and shakes his head. “You brought an envelope full of cash?”
“Yeah, why? What did you expect?”
Still grinning, he says, “I don’t know, PayPal?”
Oh. That would’ve made a lot of sense, actually. I guess I got a bit caught up in the movie stereotype. I blush and shrug, getting up. “I can do that if you prefer.”
“Nah,” Diego says, also standing. “Cash is fine.” He makes the envelope disappear into an inside pocket of his jacket.
“Okay, then, see you tonight.” I don’t know if we should hug, or kiss on the cheek, or whatever… We’ll need to decide what our thing is, but for now, I simply give him a professional nod and stroll out of the restaurant without looking back.
Five
Santa Claus Is Coming To Town
Heading home now
A new text from Blair.
Want to do something fun tonight?
Yeah, to get to know my fake boyfriend better.
So Blair will be home tonight. Good, as I need to catch her up on my crazy decisions of the past two days. And bad, as afterward, I need to convince her to traipse all the way back to Brooklyn on a cold December night.
Great, almost there myself
We need to talk
Oh, okay
Everything all right?
Yeah
Just promise to keep an open mind
Now I’m curious
Hints?
No can do
You wouldn’t believe it anyway
More radical than the hair?
Definitely
Should I be worried?
No
Just open-minded
Wish I had my running shoes with me
This train is way too slow
See you at home