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
“You’re not helping. And I wasn’t talking physically. I literally can’t stand the guy. I hate him. So what on earth made me do that?”
“I have three answers for you. Number one: vodka. My fault. Number two: animal instinct. Your fault.”
“And number three?”
“The thin line that divides hate from love… it’s an easy one to cross. But I’m told hate sex can be interesting. You should give it a try.”
“You’re definitely not helping. You know me, I’m not this person.”
“What person?”
“The person who behaves on impulses without thinking. I’ve always been good, calm, squared…”
“That doesn’t mean it isn’t time to become round.”
“Are you calling me fat?” Amelia smirks.
“No. I’m just saying the way you’ve been all your life is not the only way. And you definitely don’t have to keep behaving a certain way if you don’t want to. You can be whoever you want and date whomever you like.”
“Easy to talk. But what about you?”
“Me?”
“Yes, you and Richard.”
“Uh?”
“Well, he’s not hard on the eye either.”
“He’s just not my type.”
Amelia takes a comb out of her clutch bag and pauses in front of the mirror to tame her hair. “How come he’s not your type?”
I’m about to say, “He’s not Jake,” when she anticipates me.
“And don’t tell me it’s because he’s not Jake. I want serious reasons.”
It’s my turn to pace around the bathroom.
“Okay, I don’t have any good reason, except that he’s not Jake. But don’t you see? That’s more important than all the good reasons in the world. He’s just not him.”
Amelia turns around and takes my hands in hers. “Honey, Jake’s married. He’s gone. He’s starting a family with someone else. You’ve got to let him go.”
“I’m not ready.”
“You’re never going to be ready unless you start. And Richard’s a good guy, I promise.”
“Well, I’ve already told him all my Jake drama, so I don’t think he’s too keen on me right now. Plus, he’d only be a rebound. It wouldn’t be fair on him.”
“If you’ve already told him about Jake, it shouldn’t be a problem.”
“How come?”
“Richard’s an adult.” She stares in the mirror. “If you told him about Jake, he knows he’s risking being a rebound and he’s willing to take that chance. So, if he asks you on a date, will you say yes?”
“He’s not going to ask.” I don’t tell Amelia I practically made it clear that I’d say no.
“What if he does?”
“What about Dylan? If he were to ask you on a date, what would you say?”