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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

The sinking realization that I knew exactly where to find Paul, but have no idea where to look for Diego, hits me like a hard blow. It doesn’t matter. He has to be around Old Saybrook somewhere. This is a small town; there are only so many hotels he could’ve gone to.

Fueled by my new purpose, I march down the stairs, forgetting to be stealthy.

“Nikki!” My mom spots me the second I set foot on the landing. “Are you all right?”

“Yeah, I-I just need… Diego and I…”

“Oh, yes, darling. Such a pity he had to go back to New York early. He told us about the casting call for the big job.”

At least he had the decency to cover up his sudden disappearance with my family, leaving me to explain the fight—the breakup? What is this, anyway? Doesn’t matter; this is not the time to label things. My only concern is to find Diego, explain everything, and beg him not to go.

Right, finding him. Mom is my best chance at fresh intelligence.

“Yeah, Mom, he texted me to tell me. He was really sorry, but he couldn’t miss an opportunity so big. I just wish I could catch him before he goes and say goodbye in person.”

“Oh, he took a cab to the train station only fifteen minutes ago. If you hurry, you should get to him in time.”

“Thank you, Mom!” I pull her into a bone-crushing hug and kiss the top of her head. “You’re the best.”

I let her go and rush back outside. I need to get to the station before Diego leaves.

After ten minutes of frantic driving, I skid to a halt in the Amtrak parking lot, not caring that my car is strewn halfway through two parking spots, or that I could get fined for leaving it like that. There’s only one thing on my mind. Only one man.

Inside the station, I stare at the departure board and see that the next train to New York is at 5:15 pm. The big, round clock dangling from the ceiling says it’s only a quarter to four. I’ve made it with plenty of time to spare. Now I just have to find him.

Slightly less panicked than before, I search around the station. The place is almost deserted. There’s no one near the tracks, or in the waiting room, or in the area near the vending machines. I even go as far as checking the men’s room. When I come up empty-handed again, I walk back to the main entrance and up to the ticket booth.

“Excuse me,” I say to the man behind the thick glass.

“Where would you like to go, miss?”

“Oh, no. I’m not here to buy a ticket. I was wondering if you sold one to New York to a friend of mine; he must’ve come here only minutes ago.”