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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

She puts on her coat, grabs her bag, and exits the apartment with a wink.

Aaaarrrghhhh! I could kill her.

I rush into the bathroom and throw my pajama top on the floor, kicking it under the sink. I quickly wash my face and armpits, spray myself with deodorant, and apply some concealer and blush. In my room, I switch my sweatpants for skinny jeans and put on a super simple white blouse. I run back into the bathroom, throw my head forward and ruffle my hair with my fingers, hoping to obtain some volume. Amelia, the nerve of her! She spends two hours getting ready for her date and leaves me a twenty-minute warning at best.

The doorbell rings, interrupting my mental bashing of my best friend.

I jerk my head backward and fluff my hair to achieve a perfectly styled messy look. I check myself out in the mirror, and when I’m satisfied with my appearance, I go to open the door.

On the landing, Richard’s smiling, holding a Tesco bag in one hand and a paper parcel in the other. Something smells like burgers.

Richard greets me with a smile. “I come bearing gifts.”

“What gifts?”

“Oh. I was passing this little kiosk I love; they make the best burger sliders, so I thought I’d buy a few.”

“You brought me burgers?” I’m already salivating. “This is unfair play, but I like your style.” I usher him inside and hug him, feeling slightly awkward.

This is the first time I’ve seen him after the night we met. And even if that night was cool, we stayed solidly on just-friends territory. I had fun with him, but we didn’t kiss or anything. So I feel nervous being alone in my apartment with him. Is this really a date?

I let Richard go, but not before relieving him of the burgers bag. I open it and I’m hit by a divine fragrance of grilled meat. “Can we eat them right away?”

“Sure, I’m a wise man. I wouldn’t deny you burgers.”

I point at the big table. “Have a seat.”

I empty the bag of deliciousness onto a plate and bring two more to the table along with some paper napkins. I don’t even wait to be seated before I munch on half a slider.

“So you bring burgers to all your girls or is it just me?”

“I’ll admit they usually prefer roses, but with you, it seemed a safer bet.”

“It was. I’d pick burgers over roses any day. And you should know I’m much more amiable on a full stomach; I haven’t had dinner yet.”

After dinner, Richard sags onto the couch. “So what are we watching?”