Those Summer Nights (Corfu, Greek Island Romance) Read Online Free PDF

down and crush everything like a recycling maniac trying to fit everything into the weekly black box collection.
    Imogen swallowed before forcing out a smile. ‘She said she remembered your holidays there.’
    ‘I told you, didn’t I? I knew she would.’ He smiled, his eyes moving to the window and her view of the Brooks Plant Hire unit as if he was admiring the forklifts and diggers.
    Imogen’s heart was breaking. He was putting so much on himself and now she felt equally burdened because he was relying on her to make it happen too. Maybe she should have acknowledged how serious this separation could be for all of them. How was Grace going to cope if ‘the break’ became permanent? Their mum had already lost so much. She smiled at Harry. Tristan, Olivia and Janie were Harry’s world and now he appeared to be hanging all their futures on a restaurant in Greece.
    ‘I have two weeks’ holiday I can take,’ Imogen said to him. ‘After that we’ll have to play it by ear.’
    ‘Yes!’ Harry exclaimed, knocking the pasta bowl with his elbow. ‘You wait, Immy, you’re going to love it.’
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    H arry had left her with a Greek phrasebook and an AA travel guide from his very first trip to Corfu – the one he was still replaying as if it were a collection of scenes from an Oscar-worthy romantic motion picture.
    Curled up on the sofa, a glass of chardonnay on a side table next to her, Imogen perused both books, her finger clicking on and off a bright turquoise pen that stated in gold letters it was from the Hotel Palma Real in Varadero, Cuba. She now knew the words for ‘wine’ and ‘where are the toilets’. Basically a native. However, Harry was expecting her to know the Greek for words like ‘flambé’ and ‘julienne’. She wasn’t even sure she still had those skills.
    She had to admit that Corfu did look beautiful though. The capital city was packed full of history, two forts – old and new – and more mixed architecture than you could shake some marble at. Coves of white pebbles, golden beaches and a seemingly endless cerulean sea. These facts were what the stress-ravaged, holiday-hungry looked for when booking a package with Travel Republic or Holiday Hypermarket. But they only came when the sun was shining and why would they come to Harry’s restaurant when there were already authentic Greeks serving authentic Greek cuisine and they were just two Brits trying their best?
    Imogen put the books down, got up, and walked over to the windowsill, with the view of the unit of Medwell’s Blinds, stopping only to pick up the palm-sized stone her dad had brought home from Mexico. A piece of foundation from an ancient Inca temple. When she was twelve she had believed him; now she wasn’t so sure. There had to be a law against picking at artefacts. But, to her, the most important thing was he had taken time to find it, even if it was in a tourist shop. Just like the pens he never forgot.
    She squeezed the pebble in her hand until the cold stone made her skin ache. Her dad would want her to help Harry. And, despite all her plans for the hotel industry, she had only ventured abroad once and it hadn’t been Greece. Maybe it was time to stop holding on to the past and take off her safety belt. Harry was throwing everything at something new with hardly a second thought. What did she have to lose by joining him?

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Ioannis Kapodistrias Airport, Corfu, Greece
    T he heat hit Imogen as soon as they disembarked the Easyjet flight. Her skin prickled at the twenty-plus temperature as she and Harry walked from the plane to the waiting bus.
    ‘We’re here,’ Harry stated. ‘In Corfu.’ There had been a smile on his face ever since they’d boarded. In fact he had grinned the entire flight, even when the baby seated on her mother’s lap next to him had thrown half the contents of a snack box at him.
    ‘Yes,’ Imogen answered, clinging onto her handbag as she powerwalked toward the bus.
    ‘Wooo,’ Harry said,