Strawberries at Wimbledon

Strawberries at Wimbledon
Nikki Moore

The fifth short story in the fun & flirty #LoveLondon series from exciting new chick lit author Nikki Moore!The one that got away?Sipping Pimms and eating fresh strawberries at Wimbledon are the perfect start to the British summer for Rayne. Immersed in her career as a journalist in the City, she's been too busy and distracted to give men – or other outside interests – much of a chance lately. That's something her friend Lily thinks she should correct, coming up with the perfect ‘sex with an ex’ solution – much to the amusement of the crowd on Centre Court!When Rayne runs into old flame Adam, former good guy who is now all grown up with a hint of bad boy about him, it's a tempting thought. But is that such a good idea, when she knows that four years ago, she broke his heart?Back from travelling the world and settling into running the family business, Adam never expected to see his university girlfriend again. And he definitely didn't think he would still be angry with her for running away, or that she would still have the same stunning effect on him. But she does, so maybe the perfect way to get her out of his dreams and from under his skin, is to have a hot sex-filled night with her? The only trouble is, one night might not be enough…

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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

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Title Page (#ua05589d1-eeb8-57f3-9b02-e5ef5f3da0cd)

Copyright (#udccb9cbb-005e-5c81-a8d4-5045f2af348c)

Dedication (#u9dc5803d-81fd-5db3-87e9-1f63674a6d1f)

#LoveLondon Series (#u6e75663b-19cb-5087-aed3-b41da1af2dca)

Strawberries at Wimbledon (#u63d42093-99ff-5264-b124-a48c39a01a7e)

Also by Nikki Moore (#litres_trial_promo)

Nikki Moore (#litres_trial_promo)

About HarperImpulse (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

#LoveLondon Series (#ufd600f98-0d4e-5751-91b7-dcdaa5344a5f)

Skating at Somerset House

New Year at the Ritz

Valentine’s on Primrose Hill

Cocktails in Chelsea

Strawberries at Wimbledon

Picnics in Hyde Park

Strawberries at Wimbledon (#ufd600f98-0d4e-5751-91b7-dcdaa5344a5f)

‘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.