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
“Yeah, he asked if it was good to be with the girl I really loved…”
“And you don’t think he was talking about Amelia?”
“Somehow, I’m pretty sure he wasn’t.”
“Oh gosh. And I told her everything would be fine.”
“It will be. If they’re not right for each other, the sooner they realize it, the better. Believe me, I talk from experience.”
“I hope you’re right.” I stop in front of a set of steps leading underground. “This is our station. Let’s go home.”
Ten
Team Building
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Wednesday, June 28—London
It takes a lot of work to clean Naomi’s mess, but it’s as good a distraction as any to keep me busy on the weekend or after work. Any activity is better than no activity as my stupid heart tends to take over and voice its complaints whenever I’m idle. So I’m keeping busy and working myself to exhaustion, both at the office—taking on more cases than any one person could handle, and at home—rubbing clean every small crevice of this apartment until it shines as new.
Right now, I’m helping Amelia move her final boxes into her room. As I deposit the last cardboard box on her bed, Amelia appears on the threshold looking like a human Christmas tree of bags. She comes into her room, kicks a box out of her way with a stiletto-clad foot, and drops all the bags on top of some other boxes before collapsing on the bed.
I take a bottle of white wine out of the fridge, grab two glasses, and join her.
“Celebratory drink?” I ask, offering Amelia one of the glasses.
“What are we celebrating?”
She seems off.
“You moving in with me?”
“To moves!” She clinks her glass against mine with an undecipherable smile and takes a gulp of wine slightly too large to be healthy.
“I sense some bitter-sweetness here. What’s going on?”
“William’s moving to New York to be with the flight attendant.”
“She took him back?”
“Apparently they’re soul mates, destined to be together.”
“So, are you… mmm… jealous?”
“More bitter.” She takes another long sip of wine. “It doesn’t seem fair that he gets to cheat on me for a year, ruin my life, and live happily ever after with his mistress. It just isn’t fair.”
“It isn’t fair.”
“No. It adds insult to injury. I’d much rather he be miserable and suffering. Am I a horrible person for wishing that?”
“No, just human.”
“It’s just that, at this point in my life I’m supposed to be shopping for ovulation predictor kits, not I’m-close-to-thirty-single-and-desperate shoes!”
“You bought new shoes?”
“Yep.”
“Can I see them?”
“Sure.” Amelia gets up and brings to the bed one of the many bags she carried into the apartment. “Here they are.”