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Back First Comes Love
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

I massage my temples as the first signs of a cat-talent-plus-stupid-questions-from-my-best-friend induced headache start pressing on my skull. “Blair, we’re in a professional agreement. I’m not going to hit on the guy.” As if I had a chance, anyway. No matter what Diego says, guys like him don’t end up with regular women like me.

“Why not? He’s so hot, and he seems like a nice guy; couldn’t you at least have some fun with this crazy pantomime of yours?”

“Why are you suddenly trying to push me into his arms? Only last week you were convinced he was a serial killer.”

“Well…”

I can hear the guilt in her tone.

“Blair, what did you do?”

“Oh, nothing, really. But in order for us to hire him, he had to give us his social security number, and I told you how Richard wanted to meet the guy before we drove home with him… So, he sort of had a PI friend of his run a background check on Diego.”

“You guys didn’t,” I hiss into the mic.

“We did, and you should thank us. Diego is squeaky clean. No criminal record, and his identity checked out. His credit score could be better, but that can be expected of a struggling artist.”

“Oh my gosh.” I close my eyes and intensify the massage. “He won’t find out, will he?”

“I don’t think so. And even if he does, we can always say it’s a standard employee background check we carry out for all new hires.”

“How wonderful,” I say, hoping she’ll catch the sarcasm.

“Stop being such a Scrooge. I just wanted to let you know that I approve.”

“There’s nothing to approve.”

“If you say so. Anyway, that’s not the only reason I called… Richard has booked his flight to London. Do you mind if we leave for home on Sunday instead of Saturday?”

“And skip a day in the torture pit? No, I don’t mind.”

“Okay, then. Richard will drop me and Chevron by the house early Sunday morning before he drives to the airport. Can you rent the car?”

“Sure, I’ll book it when I get home from work.” If I ever leave this place, I add in my mind. “When do you want to come back, on the twenty-ninth or the thirtieth?”

“Twenty-ninth?” Blair suggests. “So we get that extra day to recuperate before New Year’s Eve?”

“Big plans?”

“No, just a party at Richard’s friend’s house. Want to come?”

“Is it all couples?”

“Err… I don’t know. I can check if you want.”