Chapters (92)
- First
- Love Connection
- Zero
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- One Month Later
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Six Months Later
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Six Months Later
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- I Have Never
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- A Christmas Date
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Note from the Author
- Sneak Peek – To the Stars and Back
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Also by Camilla Isley
- About the Author
“Oh my gosh, and you have two bathrooms! I love you.”
“Me too.”
“Oh.”
“Not the oh again. What’s going on?”
“My furniture. I’d just finished redecorating the house, and it was so beautiful. And now we’ll have to sell it. My home,” she wails. “Is it bad I’m more heartbroken over my new furniture than over losing William?”
“Since you can buy all the new furniture you want, I’d say it’s not bad at all. Come on, we’re going to have a blast living together.”
“Thank goodness you’re here. You saved me today, and I know how much it cost you. I’ll never be able to repay you.”
“Shut up, you’re making me cry. Come here.” I hug Amelia and she hugs me back. We cling to each other like never before. Because right now, each other’s all we have.
Seven
Fumé Blanc
♥♥♥
Saturday, June 10—Yountville, California
I take another sip of wine from my chilled glass. “This tastes wonderful!” I’m having dinner with Jake in the cutest bistro in the core of the Napa Valley. We’re dining outside with a view of the sun setting over the beautiful vineyards below us. The atmosphere couldn’t be more surreal.
“I’m glad to see it’s not just a fancy name,” Jake says.
“A fancy name? What do you mean?”
“When Robert Mondavi created the Fumé Blanc, he did it because he was sure he’d made a wonderful wine, and since Sauvignon Blanc had a bad reputation at the time, he changed the name. I was curious to try it after hearing the story. Good to know it’s not just an average wine with an expensive name.”
“Definitely not average. This place is too beautiful to produce average wines.”
“I know. That’s why I wanted to g—” Jake stops and looks at me, embarrassed.
“Get married here?” I finish the sentence for him.
He nods.
A server arrives to take our orders, interrupting the tense moment. Once he’s gone, I resume the conversation.
“Should we leave the awkward topics for after the appetizers, or rip the Band-Aid?”
“I’m a doctor; my professional opinion is to rip the Band-Aid.”
“Rip it is. I’m sure we both have so many questions… how about we take turns?”
“Ladies first,” Jake replies with a dashing smile.
“How long have you been with…?”
“Sharon, her name’s Sharon.”
Oh, what a pretty name. “So, how long have you been with Sharon?”
“Two years, we’ve been engaged for one.”
“Are you in love with her?”