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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

My mind set, I crunch my dirty clothes in a ball and hurry out of the bathroom wearing only a tank top and panties to go get a fresh change of clothes from my room. I freeze at the bottom of the stairs. Diego is sitting halfway up them, and when he sees me he throws me a stare pretty much equal to the one Paul used on Julia.

“Hey,” I say tentatively. “I’ve made a mess.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard,” he replies, his tone glacial.

Worry wraps around me. “How much did you hear?”

“All of it.”

“Diego, I can explain everything, but not now.” I find the courage to climb up the stairs and walk past him and into my bedroom.

The moment I walk in, the door clicks shut behind me.

“Sorry,” Diego says. “I want answers now.”

“Well, now I can’t.” I drop the dirty clothes in a plastic bag and open my luggage to find new ones. “I have to go find Paul.”

“Paul, right.” Diego snarls. “Last night you swore you didn’t have any more secrets.”

“And I don’t.”

“Oh, so you just forgot to mention that I’m basically a product of your sister’s imagination? When I asked you why you picked me for this job, you said it was because you liked me. How many other lies have you spun me?”

“None.”

“Really? First, I find out you’re in love with your sister’s fiancé. Then, that you’ve chosen me to be her secret dream guy. What did you do? Did you put all her requisites in your agency’s search engine and wait for the best match to pop up?”

My face goes on fire. That’s exactly what I did, but I don’t think confessing it to Diego now would do any good.

I squeeze into a clean pair of jeans and button them up. “It’s not like that.”

“So you say. Why should I trust anything that comes out of your mouth?”

Socks, I need socks.

“Because you can. Ask me anything you want later, but now I have to go.”

“Because you have to run after Paul.”

Shoes… where are my boots? Ah, there under the bed. “Yeah, I have to find him and talk to him before it’s too late.”

I pull a knit sweater on, barely hearing what Diego says next.

“Guess now he and Julia are no longer an item, everything’s changed. Was this your plan all along? To bring me here to break them up?”

What did he say? I don’t have time to ask him. I search for the car keys, finding them under a T-shirt on my desk. I need to go and fast.

“Listen, I know you’re upset.” I stop a second to look at him. “But right now I need to find Paul and bring him home. Then we can talk all day if you want.”