Passport to Happiness. Carrie Stone
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Source ISBN: 9780008123109
Ebook Edition © March 2019 ISBN: 9780008123086
Version: 2018-12-14
Table of Contents
For Primrose, my very own passport to happiness
‘I don’t usually date women over the age of thirty. But I’m making an exception for you. You don’t look your age – so it’s OK. You can easily pass for twenty-eight.’ He grins at me with the confidence of someone who thinks they have paid an exceptionally gracious compliment and I can’t help but feel strangely flattered and irritated all at the same time. If it wasn’t for his overly white veneers keeping me fixated on his mouth and the golden nuggets of wisdom that might come out of it next, I’d have long ago made an exit. As it is, we’ve only just finished the starter course.
‘Are you always so flattering?’ There’s a heavy hint of sarcasm to my tone but