My Day: A chance to confront their past and change the rules of the game.
MY DAY IS A SERIES - HOWEVER EACH BOOK CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE NOVEL
Christine met Logan years ago while he was staying at the hotel where she worked. After spending a few dream days together, he disappeared without giving the slightest sign of life. So when their paths cross again, she decides to take her revenge in a rather original way.
In what way? Simply claiming she doesn't remember meeting him. But Logan is determined to make her recover her memory, and his methods are rather irresistible. Well, that's what Christine lets him think, because his charm doesn't have any effect on her, does it?
Except that the truth is perhaps quite different, and with her brother, Alex, ready to reveal her dupery, it's in her interest to carry out her plan as soon as possible.
When he arrives at my home around six o'clock, I've had time to regain my calm and mentally prepare myself for whatever happens next. At least that's what I think, until he speaks and I have to blink to make sure I hear him correctly, that I'm not dreaming. Well, I hope I didn't hear him correctly.
"You told me how much you liked documentaries about insects. Well, guess what? I bought tickets for the eight-thirty showing of a fascinating documentary about ants," he says, apparently proud of his idea.
I wonder if my face expresses the extent of my dismay. Watching a documentary about insects is equivalent to an hour climbing up and down stairs, both at the bottom of my list of favorite activities.
I distinctly remember mentioning how much they bore me when he told me about the documentary he had seen on opal extraction in Australia. So, unless he has a memory problem, I don't see what he's trying to accomplish. When I meet his gaze, I understand.
He isn't trying to seduce me; he wants to push me to confess I'm lying. Except it's not going to happen, I can watch a one-hour documentary without flinching. We'll see if he wears the same satisfied expression when his plan fails.
"What a great idea," I say with a smile. "An hour to learn something new is perfect. Ants are a fascinating species."
"Then you'll be even happier to know it's a two-and-a-half-hour documentary."
The words slipped out before I had the time to restrain myself, but seriously, it's not possible. Nobody is crazy enough to watch such a long documentary at the cinema. At home, maybe--you can pause, get up every five minutes, drink a glass of wine, play with your phone--but at the cinema? No way! I'm on the brink of abandoning the fight, but seeing his self-satisfied grin, I pull myself together.
"Even better! Unless you don't like documentaries. If you're only doing it for me, we can do something else together."
This time, I have no doubt about his intentions. His mischievous air tells me everything I need to know.
"No, I love documentaries. Plus, what matters to me most is that you remember me as soon as possible, and I'm willing to do anything to make it happen."
The question is whether I am willing to do whatever it takes to exact my revenge. But it's too early to give up, so, I don't stomp my heel on his foot as I want to. Instead, I keep my cool and accept the hand he holds out.
"Perfect. I'll follow you."