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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

“A car. I’m going to need a car in San Francisco. I need to rent a car.” My pulse is racing. I pick up my phone and tap away frantically. “Uhhuuuhhhu. It’s done. I did it. I’ve booked a car. I’m really doing this. Oh gosh. I’m doing it! Is it too lame if I want to high five you?”

“No, not at all.” He raises his palm. “Shoot away.”

I slam my hand into his. “I have to tell Amelia so she can get her maid-of-honor-plan-B rolling.”

“All passengers. Flight UA 730, with destination San Francisco, is beginning boarding at gate B 25. We’re going to start boarding families with small kids and passengers with special needs. Then, we’re going to board first and business class passengers. And finally, all other passengers…”

“That’s your flight they just announced.”

“It’s my flight. I’m going.” I fumble with my bag and carry-on luggage and almost fall from the stool. “How much do I owe you?”

“It’s on the house.”

“Everything?”

“Yeah. You go tell your man you love him. Go catch your love connection.”

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” I hurry toward the gate.

“Hey,” the bartender calls after me. “Let me know how it goes! I’m on Facebook.”

“What’s your name?” I shout back without stopping.

“I’m Mark Cooper. And you?”

“Gemma Dawson.”

Two

One Choice

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I listen to the public announcement while mulling over how to better explain my dilemma.

“All passengers. Flight AA309, with destination Miami will begin boarding shortly. Please proceed to gate B 36.”

On the screen behind the bartender, a report about a near fire at Miami International Airport is taking over the news.

“Looks like they had a close call in Miami,” I say, jerking my chin toward the screen.

“Trying to change the subject, are we? You’re not going to make me beg for your story, are you?”

“No, you’re right.”

“So two tickets, two weddings. Are you trying to decide which friend to let down?”

I’m about to lunch into my explanation when a female flight attendant with long strawberry hair interrupts me.

“Please don’t talk to me about weddings. Not today.” She plonks herself on the stool next to mine and says, “Mark, can I have a drink? Make it strong, please.”

She’s remarkably beautiful. Tall, with amazing lips and flawless skin. But her blue eyes are filled with so much sadness.

“What’s up with you ladies and drinking so early in the morning?” the bartender asks.

“I don’t give a damn about the time,” the flight attendant says. “I’ve changed so many time zones in the past week, I’m not even sure if it’s day or night for me.”

“Did I miss something?” Mark asks in mock shock. “Is I-can-drink-at-7-a.m.-because-I-have-jet-lag the new black?”