Chapters (92)
- First
- Love Connection
- Zero
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- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
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- One Month Later
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- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Six Months Later
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
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- 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
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- Five
- Six
- Seven
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- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- A Christmas Date
- One
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- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
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- 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
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- Four
- Also by Camilla Isley
- About the Author
“So you have less than…” He pauses to look at his watch. “Twenty minutes before they start boarding for San Francisco.”
“That’s correct.”
“What’s Amelia’s take on the situation?”
“She got mad at me at first for even thinking about ditching her wedding. But then again, she’s always been a huge fan of Gemma and Jake.”
“Gemma?”
“That’s me. We all grew up on the same street, and we’ve been friends forever. Anyway, she’s marshaled a back-up maid of honor and she told me to follow my heart.”
“And what does your heart say?”
“My heart’s telling me it loves Jake. But this is too big. As you said, I can’t run into the church and beg him to cancel the wedding.”
“What time’s the wedding?”
“Six p.m.”
“What time does your plane land?”
I look at the ticket. “Noon.”
“So you’d have plenty of time to get there before the ceremony starts.”
“Mmm, I’m not so sure. The wedding’s in some fancy winery in Napa.”
“That’s barely an hour’s drive. You’ll still have all the time you need to get there and talk to him before he goes to the altar.”
“But what am I going to say?”
“Say that you love him.”
“And?”
“Nothing else. If he’s in love with you, it’ll be enough.”
“Say he doesn’t laugh in my face and tell me to leave. Say he admits he still loves me. It doesn’t change anything. I’m still in London, and he’s still in San Francisco.”
“You’ll figure something.”
“I’m not so sure.”
“You said it yourself: you don’t want to live in a world of what ifs, right? So it seems pretty obvious you have to try.”
“But I’m so scared.”
“Do you have anything to lose?”
“No, not really.”
“Then why not go?”
“What if he doesn’t love me anymore?”
“Then he doesn’t, and it will suck, but at least you’ll have your answer. But if you don’t go, and you don’t ask, you’ll never know, and you’ll regret it for the rest of your life. If you love him, go.”
My face becomes suddenly hot and an electric prickle spreads from my heart to my fingertips. “Right. What’s the worst that could happen?”
“They could arrest you for crashing a private party. Or the bride could sue you for emotional damages. Or…”
“I’m a lawyer; I can take care of myself in the law department. Are you on my side or what?”
“Of course I am. So, what’s the next step?”