I Heart Paris. Lindsey Kelk
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Название: I Heart Paris
Автор: Lindsey Kelk
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Зарубежные любовные романы
isbn: 9780007368679
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I Heart Paris
Lindsey Kelk
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.
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A Paperback Original 2010
FIRST EDITION
Copyright © Lindsey Kelk 2010
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For Mabel, Kara, Joel and Chloe – hope you’re
not too ashamed of me when you’re old enough
to read this
Contents
Dedication
New York hadn’t even attempted to cool down in the three days that I’d been away. When my friend Erin had suggested we get away to her beach house for a long weekend, I almost threw myself out of her eighteenth-storey office window to get there quicker. But three days beside the seaside only made it harder to be back in the sticky city. I’d only walked two blocks to the subway and my heel had slipped into the melting, sludgy tarmac between the paving slabs three times already. Ick. It almost made me long for a wet summer Saturday in Wimbledon. Almost.
In this cloying heat, the only way I could cope was to wear as little clothing as possible whenever I had to be outside, and spend as much time worshipping at the altar of the air-conditioning unit as humanly possible. Today’s survival ensemble was pretty much nothing more than a really long pale pink vest from American Apparel and a bangle. The bangle was to show I had actually put some СКАЧАТЬ