He so did not sit down and have a proper talk with her. I know it. He probably sent her a brief text, saying, Over. Sam.

There are moments in life that the white-chocolate Magnum ice cream was invented for, and this is one of them.

I adore all Agatha Christie's books and turn to them whenever I'm ill or need cheering up.

Ciao," I say casually, and flick my hair back. "Si. Ciao." I could so be Italian. Except I might have to learn a few more words.

If I worked at White Globe Consulting, I wouldn't be able to do my job. I would spend all day texting the other people in the office, asking them what was going on today and had they heard anything new and what did they think was going to happen. Hmm. Maybe it's a good thing I'm not in an office job.

This is what's so annoying about going out with Luke. You can't get away with anything.

Why on earth declutter when you can just shrinkwrap?