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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

“Speaking of weddings,” Jake says when we finally pull apart, “my mom’s pestering me for us to set a date.”

“I should keep the mother-in-law happy.” I get up to detach a calendar from the kitchen wall. “After all, I owe her a wedding. Did you have any preferences?”

“For the date? No. End of summer?”

I sit back on the couch and leaf through the calendar’s pages. “The first of September’s a Saturday. It’s in six months so we would have enough time to sort everything. How does that sound?”

“First of September. It sounds great!”

“We have a date,” I squeal, throwing my arms around his neck, much to Lucky’s displeasure. He jumps off the couch, throwing us a resentful evil-kitty glare, and settles himself on the empty armchair in the corner. “Aw, don’t be such a sourpuss,” I call after him. “We have to celebrate.”

“Let me text Mom so she can get off my back.”

Jake taps away on his phone and sets it on the coffee table where it starts vibrating at once.

“Does Mrs. Wilder have any other requests?”

“Apparently she wants to know if we’ve any idea whether we’re having the wedding here or at home.”

“Okay, this is just an idea, and if you don’t like it you can say no. But I was talking to Amelia the other day…”

“Is this where I should get worried?”

“No, don’t worry. I’m not going Bridezilla on you. But we were talking, and she suggested we did the wedding at home where it all started, and I immediately knew where I wanted it to be…”

“Well?”

“How’d you feel if we got married at your parents’ cabin?”

“I couldn’t think of a better place,” Jake says in a low voice. His eyes pierce deep into my soul. We’re both thinking about our first night together. And in the dark of his irises, I can see the reflection of all my love for him and his for me. It’s so intense I’m overwhelmed for a second.

I break the eye contact. “Do you think it’ll be a problem for your parents?”

“We can find out.”

He taps a reply on his phone, which again vibrates back as soon as Jake drops it on the coffee table.

“What does she say?”

“Here, read for yourself.”

I couldn’t be happier. I always knew that girl had some sense in her. Please tell Gemma I can help her as much as she wants with the planning. With her being there and me being here… but not in a pushy way, of course.

“Be careful here,” Jake says. “If you give her an inch of control on the ceremony, she’s going to take over completely.”

“Can I confess something?”

“Sure.”