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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

For the whole journey, I’m so pumped up with adrenaline I don’t notice the chill. I’m sure riding a bike in December should feel colder than this, but right now my universe is made only of Diego’s body and how hard I can cling to him. My chest is pressed so close to his back we might’ve been fused.

Every turn, incline, and acceleration makes my heart pound faster. If this is what flying feels like, I’m glad humans were born without wings.

When we finally stop, I still hold onto him and keep my eyelids closed. It could be only a traffic light, and if I open my eyes now, I’m not sure I’ll be able to handle the rest of the ride.

“Boss.” Diego tries to turn back to look at me, but I’m holding on too tight. “We’re here.”

I’m still too scared to move.

“Nikki?” Diego calls again. “You can let go now.”

Slowly, I release my koala grip on him and get off. I unhook my helmet and hand it to him, saying, “Let’s never do this again.”

“Don’t say never, boss.” Diego grins at me from underneath the helmet. I can tell he’s smiling from the crinkles around his eyes. “It might grow on you…”

And with that he winks at me, pushes down on a pedal to revive the engine, opens the clutches, and disappears among the Manhattan traffic, leaving me standing on the curb in front of my building with legs still shaky from the sheer effort of pressing my thighs against his.

***

“I should buy you something for the bike,” I say.

It’s Sunday morning, and Diego and I are braving the holiday crowds to complete our Christmas shopping. I’ve already settled Julia with the fanciest wedding planner I could find in the mall’s bookstore, Mom with a new recipe book, and Dad with the latest Ken Follett bestseller. Not the most original or thought-out presents, I’m aware, but I despise gift shopping.

I may or may not have also bought a novel for Paul a while ago. At the time, I wasn’t even sure if I’d ever give it to him. But if he’s going to spend the holidays at our house… I sort of have to. And, I mean, it’s not like a thriller book—hardcover, special edition, signed by his favorite author—will send the message, “I’m in love with you. Dump my sister and marry me instead.” Right?

“You need any new accessories?” I continue. “Gloves?” I couldn’t help but notice his are a little worn out.

“Biker gear is expensive.” Diego shrugs. “Why not get me a book like everybody else?”

“No, you’re my boyfriend. I need to buy you something different, something special. You know a good biker gear shop?”