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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

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