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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

“He had the nerve to ask me why I was crying. I told him that stealing my client was okay; it was fair game. But mocking me about my failed marriage, or non-wedding, wasn’t cool.”

“Yeah, not cool.”

“Then he asked me what I meant by failed marriage. And I said he could stop pretending he didn’t know. Then he asked what was it he was supposed to know. So I screamed in his face that my husband-to-be had cheated on me for a year and that my maid of honor had to tell me while I was at the altar…”

“Yep, I’m familiar with that part of the story. So what did he do then?”

“He asked me if I was married. I said, no. Then he asked me if I was engaged, or seeing someone. And I asked him if he enjoyed being a sadist, and that’s when he kissed me.”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that. I was yelling at him and he grabbed me by the shoulders and kissed me.”

“And you?”

“At first I was so surprised I didn’t know what was going on. Then, I might’ve kissed him back a little bit before I came to my senses, pushed him away, slapped him in the face, and threw him out of my office.”

“How’s this Dylan in the looks department?”

“He’s okay, I guess.”

“Mmm. Interesting.”

“What’s interesting?”

“So you hate the guy?”

“Yes, definitely hate him.”

“Even if he’s hot, a very good kisser, and clearly into you?”

“He’s not into me.”

“Why would he kiss you the moment he finds out you’re not married or engaged if he’s not into you?”

“Maybe it was the only thing he could think of to make me stop screaming at him. And after I slapped him, he’s obviously going to hate me even more than he did before.”

“Have you seen him after the kissing incident?”

“No, I steered clear of him all day.”

“Mmm, I don’t know. I’ll have to meet him before I can form a complete opinion. Actually, it’s good you have a date with him tomorrow night. I can’t wait to meet Dylan the kisser.”

“It’s not a date. It’s office drinks.”

“Yeah, and that’s why you bought take-me-to-bed shoes especially for the occasion.”

Amelia smothers me with a pillow.

“What are you going to wear?”

“No idea. You want to help me choose?” she asks, getting up from the bed.

“Sure.” I offer my hand, and she pulls me up.

We start digging outfits out of her suitcase. I love girls’ nights. And this is such a perfect one I almost don’t think about Jake at all. Almost.

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