I was done with love.
My acrimonious break up with my ex-wife, Alexa, had seen to that.
Not only had she been the most unfaithful woman a man could have said "I
do" to, but she kept insinuating that I had cheated on her.
As the son of an earl, I knew I'd have to remarry one day and have a
male child to carry on the family name. But next time I won't be caught
up with ridiculous feelings. I'll find the perfect English Rose, who
expects nothing from me but money and babies.
Alexa always said I was uptight, but she was absolutely wrong. I'm fun
when I want to be.
What I hadn't bargained on was Emily standing behind me in airport
security, bitching about me holding up the queue. Or throwing coffee all
over me in the shop where she worked. Or ending up in Barcelona, drunk
and propositioning me.
I certainly didn't expect the best sex of my life with her, or for her
not to call afterwards.
Six months later, I've found her again. She was not the woman I thought
her to be. We could face life and its little pockets of turbulence
together. Or so I thought....
Can I, the untrusting and uptight person I am, really give away my
heart?
Can I really look hot in stripy pyjamas?
