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  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

Amelia follows the exchange, slightly taken aback, then smiles and agrees. “Yeah, I could use a burger too. Let’s go.”

Eleven

Hack Me

♥♥♥

Monday, July 3—London

“Sprinkle the chicken with a generous amount of curry, then submerge it entirely in broth.” I read aloud the recipe instructions.

Now that Jake’s here living with me, I’m more inspired to be homely, so I’m making us a proper dinner as opposed to my usual of milk and Cheerios. I add the curry and the broth and my next step is… let it rest for half an hour. That’s easy!

Fifteen minutes into the resting phase, I hear the key turn in the keyhole.

“Honey, I’m home.” Jake appears on the threshold, and for one second I’m overwhelmed all over again by the fact that he’s here, living with me. That we’re back together. My stomach contracts with a pang of joy and I launch myself at him, kissing him senseless before he even has a chance to close the door behind him. Who knew this much happiness was possible?

As we break the kiss, I bombard him with questions. I’m so anxious for him to fit into his new life.

“How was your day? How’s the research center? How are the people? Did you make any friends?”

“Whoa, can I at least get my coat off?”

“Yeah, sorry. I’m just a bit over eager.”

“What’s this smell? Are you cooking?”

“Yep. Chicken almond curry.”

“Why, no milk and Cheerios?”

This reminds me I don’t get to do “first impressions” with Jake. He knows me too well. “Not for your first evening back from work.” I smile at him. “So, how was it?”

I put the plates on the kitchen bar and Jake starts setting the table without me saying anything. Just as we used to do when we lived together in college. The familiarity of it all puts a warm fuzz in my belly.

“Work was great. It actually went beyond my expectations. The research lab’s cutting edge, and the funding is unbelievable. Everyone there is top notch, it’s intimidating.”

“Means you’re top notch too.” I give him the glasses. “So did you make any friends?”

“I guess one day is too early to say.”

“So no one stood out?”

“No. Well, except for one that I’m pretty sure is going to stick.”

“Is he a doctor?”

“No, she’s a feisty little thing.”

“She?”

“Yeah, she.”

“Is she beautiful?” I’m menacing him with a wooden spoon.

“Remarkably so.”

“And you’re telling me this… because?”

Jake comes around the kitchen bar and ruffles my hair. “Because I love messing with you.”

“And how exactly is telling me about your feisty and attractive colleague messing with me?”

“She’s not a colleague.”