Valentine’s on Primrose Hill

Valentine’s on Primrose Hill
Nikki Moore

The third short story in the fun & flirty #LoveLondon series from exciting new chick lit author Nikki Moore!For Georgiana Dunn, life changed forever in the devastating moment that the lorry hit her car.Scarred and scared, she's not left the house in months.Then her mum buys her a puppy, forcing her to face the world again, walking on London's beautiful Primrose Hill. But that doesn't mean she's looking forward to Valentine's Day.Leo devotes himself to working with children with special educational needs. In fact, he does very little else, and his friends are always telling him to get a (love) life. So when they challenge him to find a date for Valentine's Day, and he meets a lovely but lost girl who looks like she could use a friend, he thinks he's found the perfect solution.But life has a way of being less than perfect … Will he be left standing on his own on the most romantic day of the year?

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Dedication (#ulink_c3a93a85-93ee-57c3-a6cc-20b7b28d1e54)

For anyone who has ever been in love, or thought hope was lost and then found it, this is for you.

To my sister Natasha, Happy Birthday / Valentine’s Day - surely the best day of the year to be born on.

To Mark – our first together, Happy Valentine’s Day x

Contents

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Title Page (#u3e29f647-e255-5988-8a7f-45c942d4b432)

Copyright (#u09c1c208-36b7-5391-b7e1-29cbe3f67887)

Dedication (#u621303a1-c3bd-5420-b5ec-834fee40d858)

#LoveLondon Series (#u6df20595-5970-5aa8-82b7-6ace76bb1760)

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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 (#ubb4bb223-5a9d-51ff-ae77-34469757d000)

Skating at Somerset House

New Year at the Ritz

Valentine’s on Primrose Hill

Cocktails in Chelsea

Strawberries at Wimbledon

Picnics in Hyde Park

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Now

Leo Miller still wasn’t sure how he’d ended up standing alone on Primrose Hill on the most romantic day of the year, both hoping and dreading his Valentine would show up. The girl he’d thought would be a friend but had turned out to be so much more. The girl he owed the truth to, instead of the version she thought she knew.

If she came.

He stood at the top of the panoramic park, the London skyline sandwiched between a bright blue sky and leafy trees. Rolling green grass flowed below him, intersected by numerous paths lined with Victorian-looking lamps. He could make out all the main landmarks in the distance, no longer needing the long, narrow metal plaque on the circular brow of the hill to read the city. He’d brought too many classes here over the last five years to show them the glorious sights of their capital. He knew this skyline off by heart.

Left to right was the spire of St Mark’s Church, the high-rise, closely huddled towers of Canary Wharf, the dark curved outline of The Gherkin and lower, crouching St Paul’s Cathedral, the soaring sharp-edged Shard. Further over was the pinnacle of the BT Tower (plumper at the top), the rounded upper half of the London Eye wheel then over to Westminster and the Houses of Parliament, Crystal Palace Tower and smaller, tucked away on the edge, Westminster Cathedral.

Shoving his freezing hands into his coat pockets, he shivered in the crisp February sunshine. It was a beautiful Saturday, though cold, and gusts of wind shook the last of the leaves that had somehow survived autumn and winter from the trees. Hard to believe it would be spring soon. Happy, noisy families with pushchairs and plump, eager toddlers on reins panted their way up the concrete paths, and dog walkers rambled across the amazingly healthy green grass, some of them throwing tennis balls for their canine friends. A couple wandered past hand in hand, bundled up in scarves and woolly hats but not looking like they felt the frigid temperature at all, too wrapped up in each other. Cars zipped past, making their way in and out of Camden Town. At the bottom of the hill was Primrose Hill Bridge, spanning Regent’s Canal. If she didn’t come he’d walk down there, take a tube to Oxford Street and distract himself by trekking around the shops.