Summer at Lavender Bay. Sarah Bennett
Читать онлайн.| Название | Summer at Lavender Bay |
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| Автор произведения | Sarah Bennett |
| Жанр | Контркультура |
| Серия | Lavender Bay |
| Издательство | Контркультура |
| Год выпуска | 0 |
| isbn | 9780008281335 |
Summer at Lavender Bay
SARAH BENNETT
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First published in Great Britain by HQ in 2018
Copyright © Sarah Bennett 2018
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E-book Edition © July 2018 ISBN: 9780008281335
Version: 2018-06-25
Table of Contents
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Welcome to Heathrow. Eliza’s stomach churned at the words emblazoned on the large silver sign dominating the roundabout. They were really going through with it. After weeks of debate, of ever-more outlandish promises from Martin about how relocating to the Middle East would be a fresh start for both of them, they’d finally reached the point of no return. She placed her hand on her uneasy middle, assuring herself it was merely butterflies of excitement rather than a sense of impending dread that had made it impossible to choke down more than a couple of mouthfuls of tea.
Once they’d checked in, they’d find somewhere for breakfast. Martin wanted a blowout—a full English with all the works—to say goodbye to the UK in style. The thought of all that grease did nothing to help her queasiness, but he was excited about their new adventure and she owed it to him to be supportive. She’d manage a plate of scrambled eggs on toast and hopefully something to eat would settle her down.
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