Chapters (92)
- First
- Love Connection
- Zero
- One
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- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
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- 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
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- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- A Christmas Date
- One
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- Five
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- Seven
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- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Note from the Author
- Sneak Peek – To the Stars and Back
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- Also by Camilla Isley
- About the Author
“I don’t kiss and tell.”
“If you don’t, I won’t either.”
“Wait, you kissed Richard?”
I shrug oh-so-casually. “Maybe.”
“No! Tell me everything.” She joins me at the kitchen table and I pass her a coffee mug.
“He arrived twenty minutes after you left and he brought me burgers.”
“I knew the guy was smart.”
“We ate dinner, we watched Terminator, and while all the Sarah Connors were being killed, I kissed him.”
“You made the first move?”
“I did. But Richard didn’t seem displeased about it.”
“Is he a good kisser?”
“He’s a wonderful kisser.”
“Was it only kisses?”
“There was heat, but we stayed solidly on clothes-on ground. He sensed I wasn’t one hundred percent ready yet.”
“Are you seeing him again?”
“Yes, we have a date next Saturday.”
“So you like him?”
“Of course I do. What’s not to like? He’s handsome, easy going, and he brought me burgers.”
“And he kissed some sense into you, apparently.”
“He did. Jake’s still there in the back of my head. But at least I’m not thinking about him all the time.”
Amelia rolls her eyes.
“What about you and Dylan?”
She smiles wickedly and tells me about her night of passion.
Thirteen
Lucky
♥♥♥
Friday, July 28—London
Jake’s first month in London doesn’t go as smoothly as it could have. My apartment’s a bit cramped with three people living in it. We step on each other’s toes more often than not, and it isn’t exactly the romantic love nest I’d hoped for. But I can tell Amelia’s glad she isn’t alone in her darkest hours. She needs us after her confrontation with Will. She needs us after meeting with the divorce lawyers—I refer her to the best divorce counselor in town. And she needs us when the house she loves and has invested in so much emotionally, is put on the market.
Lately, Amelia has been more cheerful than one would expect, given the circumstances, and she finally found a nice one-bedroom apartment to rent last week. She seems eager to move out of my apartment and move on with her life. She’s already moved most of her things from her old house—which sold three days after they put it on the market—to the new apartment. Right now, I’m helping her pack her last bag of clothes in my spare room before a black cab comes to pick her up in an hour.
“Are you sure you’re going to be all right on your own?” I ask her.
“Yes, I’m sure, and…”
She mumbles something unintelligible.
“What was that again?”
“I said Dylan might pop over.”
“Dylan the kisser?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“I didn’t know he was still in the picture.”
“Well, he’s been really nice to me since, you know, I threw a mug at him.”