Chapters (92)
- First
- Love Connection
- Zero
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- One Month Later
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- Six Months Later
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- Six Months Later
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- I Have Never
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- A Christmas Date
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- Note from the Author
- Sneak Peek – To the Stars and Back
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- Also by Camilla Isley
- About the Author
A loud public announcement blasts through the airport’s speaker system, and I wait for it to be over before answering...
One
Two Weddings
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I listen to the public announcement while mulling over how to better explain my dilemma.
“All passengers. Flight AA309, with destination Miami has been canceled due to a fire at Miami International Airport. All subsequent flights with destination Miami MIA will also be canceled today. Please go to your airlines’ help desk to receive more information on how to reach your final destination. We’re sorry for the inconvenience.”
On the screen behind the bartender, a report about the chaos at Miami International Airport is taking over the news. The screen reads that the fire has been contained with no casualties, but the airport will sustain heavy delays throughout the day.
“Looks like they’re having troubles in Miami,” I say, jerking my chin toward the screen.
“Trying to change the subject, are we? You’re not going to make me beg for your story, are you?”
“No, you’re right.”
“So two tickets, two weddings. Are you trying to decide which friend to let down?”
I sigh. “In a way.”
“But do both your friends expect you to show up? I mean, don’t you usually need to RSVP months in advance for this kind of thing?”
“Mmm, this wedding…” I push the Chicago ticket forward. “I’m supposed to be the maid of honor. This wedding…” I slide the San Francisco ticket next to its twin on the countertop. “I’m not invited.”
The bartender snorts. “Seems pretty straightforward to me. Why would you want to bail on a friend to go to a wedding you’re not invited to?”
I look him in the eyes. “To stop it from happening.”
“Woo-oh. And the plot thickens. My morning just got a lot more interesting than I was expecting. Is it about a guy? Is he the one who got away?”
“Yep.” I take another swig of Sambuca; it burns my throat as I swallow. “You don’t make burgers here, by any chance? I’m starving.”
“Burgers at seven in the morning?”
“I told you, I’m on U.K. time. And burgers are my favorite.”
“Sorry, but the kitchen’s closed. I can give you some tortilla chips.” He opens a new bag and pours them into a wooden bowl. “So, what’s his name?”
“Jake.”
“Jake.” The bartender pauses. “The name has appeal.”
“Not just the name.” I sigh.
“You want to tell me what happened?”
“We first dated in high school. After graduation, he wanted to go to Stanford, and I wanted to go to Harvard.”
The bartender whistles. “The war of the Ivy Leagues. What do you guys do?”
“I’m a lawyer. He’s a surgeon.”
“So what happened? You fought over schools, went your separate ways, and drifted apart during college?” he asks, his tone saying, “Same old, same old.”