“I hurl the glass teapot to the ground.we both stare at it, stunned."it was supposed to break," I explain after a pause, " and that was going to signify that yes, I would throw something away . If I knew it wasn't right for me.”

“She believes in love and romance. She believes her life is one day going to be transformedinto something wonderful and exciting. She has hopes and fears and worries, just like anyone.Sometimes she feels frightened.' He pauses, and adds in a softer voice, 'Sometimes she feelsunloved. Sometimes she feels she will never gain approval from those people who are mostimportant to her.'As I stare at Jack's warm, serious face on the screen, I feel my eyes stinging slightly.'But she's brave and goodhearted and faces her life head on …' He shakes his head dazedlyand smiles at the interviewer. 'I'm … I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened there. I guess Igot a little carried away. Could we—' His voice is abruptly cut off by the interviewer.”

“Becky . . .” Luke looks at me carefully. “Have you ever been on a horse in your life?”“Yes! Of course I have!”Once. When I was ten. And I fell off.But I probably wasn’t concentrating or something.“Just be careful, won’t you?” he says. “I’m not quite ready to become a widower.”

“He leans forward and his mouth brushes brieflyagainst mine, and I feel... nothing.I was hoping our first kiss would trigger all sorts of memories or sensations, maybe a sudden image of Paris or our wedding, or our first snog. But as he draws away I feel totally, one hundred percent blank.I can see the anticipation in Eric's face and quickly search for something encouraging to say."That was lovely! Very..." I trail off, unable to think of a single word other than quick, which I'm not sure hits the right note. "It didn't bring back any memories?" Eric is studying my face."Well...no," I say apologetically. "But, I mean, that doesn't mean it wasn't really... I mean it was... I feel quite turned on!" The words come out before I can stop them.What the hell did I say that for? I don't feel turned on."Really?" Eric lights up and he puts his briefcase down.Oh no. No no no. Nooo.”

“But... we'll always have Paris." I pause, thinking this through. "At least, you'll have it. And you can tell me about it.”

“Whoever it was, whether I knew them or not, if I could help in some way, I would. I mean, if you can help, you have to help. Don't you think? - Poppy Wyatt”

“OK.Now, I may be engaged, but I'm not going to get carried away.”