The Expat Diaries: Twelve Days to Christmas (Single in the City Book 3) by Michele Gorman

Author:Michele Gorman [Gorman, Michele]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: love, humour, talli roland, Emily Giffin, best-seller, relationships, romance, humor, romantic comedy, Lindsey Kelk, Helen Fielding, chick lit, Hong Kong, top 100, Jen Lancaster, Bridget Jones, Scarlett Bailey, single in the city, Sophie Kinsella, nick spalding, romantic, Jenny Colgan, bestselling, bestseller, London, Jennifer Weiner, Chrissie Manby, ruth saberton, women's fiction
Publisher: Notting Hill Press
Published: 2013-10-01T04:00:00+00:00

I wouldn’t count an amusement park in the top, well, one hundred of my all-time favorite pastimes, but I had to give Sam credit for the surprise element. Surprise! You’re likely to throw up breakfast. At least it wasn’t a long bus ride to get there. Just long enough for me to imagine a dozen or so romantic possibilities. When I saw the park, my heart sank.

I suppose it could be a bit romantic, as long as we stayed away from the hordes of children trying to make my ears bleed with their screaming. As we navigated through crowds of families and teens, it occurred to me that in the evolution of theme parks, Ocean Park would have been Sea World’s offspring, had she been knocked up by a traveling carnival after a few too many tequila shots. In a gene pool full of sea-life-related exhibits and vomit-inducing rides, I was all for sticking to the maternal side of the family. I could handle the seals’ fish-breath better than the head-spinning feeling of nearly plunging to my death in the name of fun.

At Panda Village we found… ‘Those are otters.’ Sam squinted at the pool.

‘Definitely otters. It did seem odd to have pandas at Ocean Park. Either pandas swim or they’ve got otter cousins that I don’t know about.’

He peered at the map. ‘It definitely says Panda Village. Do otters even live in Asia?’

‘I thought they lived in California. Maybe they’re good swimmers, though probably not seaworthy. Translation error?’

‘False promise. Ah well, it doesn’t matter. Look at those birds!’

He was gleeful at the sight of tiny yellow birds flitting through the trees. He was the kind of man who’d be excited by a wren on the pavement. I’d only known him once to be down, when we broke up and I stopped speaking to him. I knew he was down because I had a spy in the enemy’s camp. Sam’s best friend Pete was also friendly with Stacy, so she got detailed updates about his state of mind. She was smart enough to limit that information flow. Like an addict, I craved the thing that made me miserable.

I knew from Sam’s own lips that he loved me then. His timing was terrible. Nobody wants to hear that kind of declaration when you’ve just told your boyfriend that you never want to see him again. But that’s how it happened. It was pure irony after nearly a year of hoping for those very words, but it didn’t matter. I was too hurt to let a little thing like love sway my decision. I walked away, told him not to get in touch. Then I cried. For about two months. I ignored his texts asking if I was okay. If he was so concerned about my well-being, he could have not slept with another woman in the first place. Oh yes, I was angry.

But I had to admit that Stacy (and everybody else) was right. I was the one who’d said we should see other people.

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