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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

“It’s better than divorce sneers, and,” Amelia smiles a naughty smile, “Dylan might’ve caught them gossiping. He told them off pretty harshly. They’ve been quiet and subdued for a while now. I suspect they both have a crush on him.”

“The more you talk about the kisser, the more I like him.”

“Well, don’t get your hopes up too much. I’m still not sure where it’s all going.”

“But have you slept with him?”

“No, not yet.”

“You plan to?”

“Eventually, if things keep going. I’m a bit scared; Will’s the only guy I’ve slept with in so many years.”

“I’m sure Dylan would be more than happy to tutor you.” I chuckle.

Amelia swats me playfully. “If he sticks.”

I don’t tell her, but from the way she’s radiating happiness, I predict Dylan’s going to go a long way.

Amelia closes the zipper on her last bag and we walk to the street corner where we wait for the black cab. When it arrives, I hug her and see her off, telling her to call me if she needs anything and to have as much fun as she can tonight, even if somehow I don’t think I need to tell her—Dylan’s taking care of that.

When I get back inside the house, Jake has returned from work and he’s sitting, shoulders hunched forward, on the couch with a miserable air about him.

“Hey you, why the long face?” I ask, shutting the door behind me. “Is it the prospect of being alone with me again?”

He looks up at me and I see he’s white as ash and has a grave expression.

“Jake, what’s going on?” I ask, worried.

“Mew.” A furry black bundle replies from his lap.

“Who’s this little guy?” I do a silly talking-with-babies voice and pick up the black kitty from Jake’s lap, bringing it close to my face. “Hello you, you’re so cute. Oh, you’re so cute.” I lower the kitten onto my lap and scratch it behind the ears. It kneads my jeans for a while, purring, then settles in my lap. “Jake, please talk to me. How come you’ve got a kitty and look so sad? What happened?”

“It’s Sisi.”

“The hospital stray cat?”

“Yes. She-she died today.”

“Oh. How?”

“Hit by a car, but I can’t be sure. She was waiting for me in her usual spot. I knew something was wrong at once because she was standing a bit lopsided and she was holding this little guy in her mouth. I crouched down to pat her, and she collapsed almost immediately. She nudged the kitten toward me with her head and she was gone.”

“Jake, I’m so sorry.”