Название: Strawberries at Wimbledon
Автор: Nikki Moore
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современная зарубежная литература
isbn: 9780008126858
isbn:
A division of HarperCollinsPublishers
HarperImpulse an imprint of
HarperCollinsPublishers
1 London Bridge Street
London SE1 9GF
First published in Great Britain by HarperImpulse 2015
Copyright © Nikki Moore 2015
Cover images © Shutterstock.com
Cover layout design © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2015
Nikki Moore asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library
This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins.
Digital eFirst: Automatically produced by Atomik ePublisher from Easypress.
Ebook Edition © April 2015 ISBN: 9780008126858
Version: 2017-10-10
To my amazing friends and fantastic family; I might not see you as often as I’d like to, but you’re always on my mind or in my heart.
To my readers – I hope you enjoy this one as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Have a great (hopefully sunny) summer.
Contents
Skating at Somerset House
New Year at the Ritz
Valentine’s on Primrose Hill
Cocktails in Chelsea
Strawberries at Wimbledon
Picnics in Hyde Park
‘Hey, isn’t that Adam?’ Lily elbowed Rayne, pointing down a packed Henman Hill next to No.1 Court and the Aorangi Pavillion, her blonde curls glinting in the mid-morning sunshine.
Rayne dropped the cooler bag with a thud and the wine bottle inside rattled against the specially bought plastic glasses. ‘Huh? No, it can’t be.’ She gulped. ‘He’s working abroad.’ Or he had been the last time she’d checked on LinkedIn six months ago. The trick was not to look at his profile too often.
Lily shielded her eyes with one hand, squinting across the sea of heads, shoulders and multi-coloured blankets. ‘Really? It looked like him.’ Standing on tiptoes, she peered into the expectant crowd, who were watching the introductory Wimbledon coverage on the big screen. ‘Damn, he’s gone.’
‘I’m sure it’s not him.’ Rayne replied firmly, to make it true. ‘What did you even see? The back of his head?’
‘No, the side of his face. He had stubble and I know Adam never did, and his hair was different too, but still-’ Lily turned, noticing her friend’s expression. ‘Maybe I was wrong.’ She backtracked hastily. ‘It could have been anyone.’
‘Yeah.’ Rayne picked the bag up, curling her fingers tightly around the woven fabric strap, and forced a smile to her face. Just because Lily’s announcement had caught her off guard, it didn’t have to spoil their day during the opening week of Wimbledon. It was just she’d never imagined seeing Adam again. She thought of him as a match that had been played and lost. In the past, with no chance of a replay.
Anyway, it didn’t matter. Today was about fun and friendship, about being British and making СКАЧАТЬ