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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

Blair is the only person I’m going to tell. A, because I can trust her, and B, because I have no choice if we’re driving to Old Saybrook, our hometown, together. Our families live across the street from each other, so she’ll need to corroborate my fake romance.

I get home first and set Blair’s favorite herbal tea to steep. We’re going to share a mug, and she’ll come on board. Or maybe I should spike her mug with booze.

Five minutes later, just as the tea is ready, the key turns in the lock and Blair walks in.

“Gosh, it’s freezing out there!” she says. “Oh, great, you made tea. Just what I need right now.” She kicks off her heels, drapes her coat on the back of the couch, and takes a stool at the kitchen bar.

I fill two mugs from the other side of the bar and hand her one. She wraps her fingers around it to warm them and studies me. “So, my favorite tea, huh? What’s going on?”

I’m ready to confess, when she continues, “But before you say anything, I spoke with Richard and we’ve decided we don’t have to push the moving in together thing. Definitely something we’ll think about in the new year. And I’m going to spend more nights home, I promise.”

“Err, actually…” I take a sip of tea. “I kind of need you to do the opposite.”

Blair’s eyes widen. “What? Why?”

“I’m having a house guest and I need your room.”

“Who?”

I plaster an innocent smile on my face. “This is the part where you keep an open mind…”

She narrows her eyes at me. “Nicola Addison Moore, what have you done?”

“I’ve hired someone.”

“Like a housekeeper?”

“More like a fake boyfriend.”

Blair chokes on the sip of tea she was drinking and sputters it all over the counter. She tries to ask questions but can only cough and spatter. I take advantage of her momentary inability to talk and say my piece. “And it might seem crazy, but I can’t go home single and pathetic this year. Paul is going to spend the holidays at our place because he’s family now, and I can’t survive a whole week under the same roof with them by myself. My mom wanted to give them my room, my bed…”