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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

“I thought you were going to go a lot harder on us. I admire you for not doing it.”

Why was she expecting me to hammer her team? Do I have the reputation of a shark?

“We cut a fair deal that made everyone happy, wasn’t that the goal?”

“Yes, of course. But sometimes people tend to get personal…”

This conversation isn’t making any sense.

“Would there have been a reason for me to get personal with your client?”

“My client, no. Me, on the other hand…”

I stare at her blankly.

“You seriously have no idea who I am.”

Why is she giving me a ‘you don’t know who I am’ speech? Who is she? I keep staring at her, dumbfounded.

“So you haven’t googled me, not even a peek on Facebook. I’m impressed; I certainly didn’t have that willpower.”

This woman’s giving me the creeps. “I’m sorry, but I don’t usually google, or stalk on Facebook for that matter, counselors opposing me. If you don’t mind, I have another meeting to go to. Have a safe trip back to California.”

I turn to leave. I’m almost at the door when she speaks again.

“I’m Jake’s wife.”

I freeze. My heart starts racing in my chest, pounding blood to my temples. I give myself a couple of seconds to allow my face to go back to presentable as opposed to I’m-about-to-have-a-stroke, and I turn to face my nemesis. Involuntarily my gaze flies over her left hand. There, a delicate rose-gold band is resting on her ring finger. How can such a simple piece of metal cause so much pain? How did I walk into this ambush without knowing anything? I know why! It’s all Amelia’s fault: she’s the one who made me promise never to look this woman up and let me walk into this trap. Unprepared. Unarmed. Strong willpower, my foot. I would’ve looked you up the second I had a chance, lady, if it weren’t for my I-butt-in-all-situations best friend.

“You really had no idea,” she states.

I shake my head, no. What does she want?

“And to think that I was so nervous about meeting you, I went to a salon to have my hair done. I thought you did the same…”

I furrow my brow questioningly.

“But you didn’t. Of course, you’d look like that on a regular day.”

I look down at myself and it’s nothing that great. I have my lawyer uniform on—black pencil skirt and white blouse. I stare in horror at the chipped nail polish on one of my fingers, and I ask myself why I chose not to blow-dry my hair this morning. So, I’m sure I’m not that impressive.