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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

She gives it to me, and I try to work the screen to input our destination. The map is already there; how hard can it be? But after a few unlucky touches, I only manage to turn on the radio super loud, turn it off, and make the car tell me off with two angry beeps.

“Sorry,” I say to Lana, trying not to look too frazzled. “Car’s new; I still have to get used to all this”—I gesture at the screen—“technology.”

“No problem.” She smiles. “I can give you directions the old-fashioned way.”

“Great, thanks. Can you pass me the hat in the glove compartment?”

Whenever I drive, I always wear a baseball cap. Saves me from being recognized by the paparazzi, or anyone else, really. Penny knows. And I’m sure she provided me one.

Lana opens the compartment and hands me a black and white cap with a green peace sign printed in the middle. I’m unable to suppress a smirk as I put on the hat. Penny must have been cackling to herself as she picked it out; a literal Greenpeace hat. The woman knows how to be sarcastic.

As I merge into traffic, Lana directs me onto Wilshire Boulevard. From there, it’s basically a straight ride all the way to Westwood.

“My home is the one with the blue door,” Lana informs me twenty minutes later.

I pull up in front of a two-story townhouse, the bottom half white, and the upper floor painted a light blue. I kill the engine and stare at Lana, at a loss for words. What do you say to someone who’s just had her life ripped apart by the two people she trusted most in the world?

“Thanks for the ride,” Lana says.

“It was nothing.”

She bites her lower lip but makes no move to get out of the car.

“Is something the matter?” I ask.

“Sorry.” She hides her face in her hands. “It’s… I’m not sure if I’m ready to go in there alone.”

“You want me to come with you?”

“No, no. Thank you.” She looks up at me with big, scared blue eyes. “I’ve already abused your kindness too much.”

“Actually…” I massage my throat. “I’m parched. You wouldn’t happen to have some of that water left?”

She doesn’t; I saw her finish the bottle while we were in the closet.

I’ve given her the perfect excuse to invite me in, and her lips curl as her eyes go bright. It’s like a secret, inside-joke smile.

“My bottle is empty, but I have drinks inside,” she says. “Would you like to come in?”

“Sure.” I put the key card in my jeans pocket and we both get out of the car.