Chapters (92)
- First
- Love Connection
- Zero
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- One Month Later
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- Six Months Later
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- Twenty-one
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- 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
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- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
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- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- A Christmas Date
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- Eighteen
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- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Note from the Author
- Sneak Peek – To the Stars and Back
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- Also by Camilla Isley
- About the Author
Christian, you’re screwed. She’s never going to believe the Ferrari is electric.
I think of the car’s thundering roar… No chance.
Two
Christian
I text my assistant, Penny; she’s my only hope.
I need you to buy me a Tesla
Bring it by the Peninsula parking lot in Beverly Hills
Swap it with the Ferrari
Leave the keys under the front tire
Her reply arrives two seconds later.
Should I even ask?
No
How long do I have?
Kudos to Penny for understanding right away that time is of the essence.
Half an hour tops
On it, Boss
I can always count on her. Penny is the most efficient PA on the planet.
But you should give me a raise
And the cockiest.
Tell you what
Get me a Tesla in 30 min
And you can keep the Ferrari for the day and go shopping with my credit card
Those are dangerous words
Never give your credit card to a woman
You’re no ordinary woman
I know I can trust you
She replies with a smiling devil emoji.
“Everything all right?” Lana asks.
I stare up from the phone at her. “Would you mind waiting a little longer? To make sure everyone downstairs is gone.”
“No problem.”
We fall into silence, which quickly becomes awkward.
“What about you?” I eventually ask. “You haven’t told me what you do.”
“I’m a teacher.”
“Really?” An image of her dressed in a pencil skirt, white blouse, and dark-rimmed glasses pops into my head. I wave the dirty fantasy away, and ask, “What grade do you teach?”
“I’m a rocket science professor at UCLA, in the engineering department.”
“An engineer? I wouldn’t have guessed—”
“Yeah, I get that a lot,” she interrupts me, suddenly on the defensive. “Not many girls in my profession. But we’re trying to change that.”
“We?”
“I volunteer as a tutor at charter schools, and I try to steer as many girls as I can toward scientific subjects, to empower them.”
A tutor, huh? Wouldn’t it be a weird coincidence if she worked at one of my schools?
“Really? I donate to a similar charity…” I say. More like I’m the founder. “Teachers Without Postcodes—ever heard of it?”
“Yeah, that’s the charity that sponsors my school.”
Call it destiny?
“Oh, which neighborhood?” I ask.
“Compton. The kids there are so smart…”
Once I’ve gotten her onto a subject she’s clearly passionate about, the conversation flows. Thirty minutes later, we’re enthusiastically discussing the need for a fairer education system when my phone pings.
Swap made
Keys under the front tire
Cheers
You’re so British sometimes O.o
Anyway, have fun with the Tesla
I sure will with the Ferrari
As I read Penny’s text, I grin and shake my head.
“Everything all right?” Lana asks.
“Yeah, the hall should be clear by now. Ready to go?”
“Sure, perfect.”