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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

“Good, I need the point of view of a guy. I’ll be there in twenty.”

“All right, sweetheart, see you soon. Bye.”

I end the call.

“Amelia’s coming over. Will’s cheating on her.”

“I hate to say I told you so. How did she find out?”

“She hacked his computer.”

“You girls want to be alone?”

“No, she said she needs a guy’s perspective.”

We finish our meal mostly in silence.

“What’s bothering you?” Jake asks after a while.

I bite my lip. “This was our first ‘new life together’ night… I’m sorry it ended so soon.”

“Hey, Amelia’s our friend, and she needs us. Plus dinner was delicious, thank you for preparing it.”

“You really liked it?”

“Cross my heart. And don’t worry; we’ve got all the evenings in the world from now on… I’m not going anywhere.”

“How do you know I want to live every moment to the fullest for fear of losing you again?”

“’Cause I feel the same. After all this time, finally being with you feels too good to be true, and I’m scared to death something horrible is going to happen. But it’s not. We’re here. We’re together. Nothing bad is going to happen.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

The doorbell rings.

“All right, let’s do this. Could you please clear the plates and pour another glass of wine? Amelia’s going to need it.”

***

“Read this.” Amelia bangs a piece of paper on the now cleared dining table before sitting next to me.

I take the offending document—it’s an email print out—and read it.

Date: Sun, July 2 at 6:07 AM

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: Forgive me

Esther,