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Автор: Lindsey Kelk
Издательство: HarperCollins
Серия: I Heart Series
Жанр произведения: Юмористическая фантастика
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isbn: 9780007501526
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      I HEART CHRISTMAS

      Lindsey Kelk

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       Copyright

      Published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd

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       www.harpercollins.co.uk

      First published in Great Britain by Harper 2013

      Copyright © Lindsey Kelk 2013

      Cover layout design © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2013

      Cover illustration © Bree Leman

      Lindsey Kelk asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

      A catalogue copy of 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.

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      Source ISBN: 9780007501502

      Ebook Edition © July 2013 ISBN: 9780007501526

      Version: 2020-10-09

       Dedication

       Partly for Bernard’s dancing, partly for Matt’s beard and entirely for Terri White.

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

       Chapter Sixteen

       Chapter Seventeen

       Chapter Eighteen

       Acknowledgments

      Keep Reading …

       Angela’s Guide to Christmas

       About the Author

       Also by Lindsey Kelk

       About the Publisher

       CHAPTER ONE

      ‘Can you explain to me exactly why I’m dragging this thing through the streets of Brooklyn,’ Jenny asked, huffing and puffing behind seven feet of majestic Christmas tree, ‘when you have a perfectly acceptable husband to do these things? What’s the point in being married if he’s not going to carry heavy shit for you?’

      ‘Because we’re strong, independent women who don’t need men to carry things for us,’ I offered, shivering as I fumbled for my front door key. ‘We are woman, hear us roar.’

      ‘I am woman, hear me call a delivery service to do this so I don’t have to,’ she grumbled through a mouthful of the finest Douglas fir. ‘Where is Alex anyway? Isn’t this the kind of cutesy shit you two should be doing together?’

      ‘He’s out, somewhere.’ I shuffled backwards, pulling Jenny and the tree towards the lift and pretending not to see the trail of pine needles. ‘God knows.’

      ‘You really make marriage sound like a dream,’ she replied.

      Getting the tree up to our floor would not be the perfect crime. Our building super already disliked me with a fiery passion. I couldn’t quite work out if it was because he had trouble with my accent and never quite understood what I was saying or because I still couldn’t remember which bin was for recycling and which was for rubbish. Or there was a small chance that it was due to all those times I’d locked myself out at three a.m. when Alex was away on tour and I’d had to call him to let me in. Regardless, the fact of the matter was, he just wasn’t that keen on me and this unquestionably seasonal, yet unrequested new carpet of Christmas tree needles in the lobby was not going to go down well.

      ‘I don’t know where he goes.’