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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

Diego smiles. “Do you always invite presumed serial killers to job interviews, or do you only need an extra mug shot?”

Blair’s answer dies on her lips as the buzzer goes off, and the only thing I can think is, “Saved by the bell!”

My roomie gathers the suitcase she’s prepared for her ten-day stay at Richard’s, and I walk her to the door. We pause just outside the hall to say goodbye.

“Thank you,” I tell her. “I know you don’t like this.”

“Just be careful,” she whispers. “And lock yourself into your room tonight.”

I roll my eyes.

“Promise,” she insists.

“I promise.”

“All right.” Blair hugs me. “Call me if you need anything. I’ll keep my phone on.”

“I will, but I’m sure it won’t be necessary.”

We hug again, and then I watch her go until she disappears inside the elevator.

So! Time to enjoy my first cozy evening with my fake boyfriend.

Filled with trepidation, I push the door open and walk back into my apartment.

Six

The Twelve Days of Christmas

Inside, Diego is standing in the living room, looking around as if he’s afraid to touch anything.

“So that went well,” I say sarcastically, shutting the door behind me.

“Are all your friends that feisty?” he asks.

“Forgive Blair, it’s my fault. I totally blindsided her with”—I wiggle a finger between us—“this. Told her you were moving in only an hour ago.”

“Smooth.”

“Well,” I snap. “Buying a boyfriend wasn’t on my Christmas shopping list until a few days ago.” That came out too harsh. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude, it’s just that this whole situation is stressful for me, too. Can we pretend my best friend just told you mi casa es tu casa and move on?”

“Sure.”

“Great. This is a spare set of keys.” I grab it from the cabinet in the hall and hand it to him. “So you can come and go as you like. The blue is for the main door downstairs, and the big one opens this door here. The others, you won’t need.”

“Got it.” Diego stashes the keys away in his jeans pocket.

Gosh, this is super awkward. Well, what did I expect? I don’t know this guy, we’ve got nothing in common, and the situation per se is less than relaxing.

“So,” I say, trying to loosen up the atmosphere. “What would you do if this was a regular night at home?”

“Probably play on the Xbox with my roommate.”

“Sorry, no Xbox here, only that.” I gesture to the small TV in the living room. “How about an old-fashioned chat?”

“Okay. You want to start scripting our relationship?”