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  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

I smile and cry at the same time. “I love you so much, I don’t even know how to say it.”

“Then you shouldn’t talk.” Jake kisses me and I melt in his arms. We make love on the floor with the same passion, the same frenzy, and the same love as our first time.

Eighteen

Lattes and Rings

♦♦♦

Saturday, March 3—London

The day after proposal-gate, I leave Richard’s house as soon as I can without appearing too ungrateful, saying I want to share the good news with my friends and family and feeling like an impostor all along. I ask Amelia to meet me at a Starbucks near our house, hoping that coffee and my best friend will help me find a solution. A way out, my treacherous brain thinks. So here I am sharing the ‘good’ news over lattes.

“So what is the big announcement you had to drag me out of bed on a Saturday for?” Amelia isn’t a morning person; Dylan’s trying to change that.

“Richard proposed,” I say flatly.

“Aw,” she squeaks. “That’s wonderful, amazing. I can already picture him looking dashing in a tux, and you glowing in your white gown. Let me see the ring.”

She grabs my left hand, but the ring isn’t there. I took it off the moment I left Richard’s house.

“Why aren’t you wearing it? Was it too big? You need to re-size it?”

“No, it fits me just fine. Here it is.” I take it out from an inside pocket in my bag.

“This is beautiful.” Amelia looks at the ring, then at my face. “Wait, if it fits, why aren’t you wearing it?”

“I was afraid of losing it,” I lie.

“It’s not any safer in your bag. Put it on.”

I do and stare at my hand questioningly.

“Why aren’t you giddy with happiness?” Amelia asks. “You said yes, didn’t you?”

“Mmm-mmm.”

“So, what’s wrong?”

“It was an ambush. I was forced to say yes.”

A girl sitting next to us scoffs. We turn toward her, but she’s steadily looking at her iPad and not at us, so we go back to our conversation.

“What do you mean you were forced to say yes?” Amelia is giving me a no-crap look. “Nobody held a gun to your head, I’m sure.”

“Amelia, he asked me in a room full of people after the most romantic night ever. How could I have said no? I was cornered, I panicked!”

“So you said yes out of politeness?”