“How did you not know they broke up? You usually monitor his social media like he's al-Qaeda and you're the CIA.” — Heather Cocks Copy Share Image
“Too right. A woman can’t bloody well pick her signature drink without sampling the whole bar.” Not” — Heather Cocks Copy Share Image
“I can’t,” I argued, faint with rising panic. “Everyone will be watching me, waiting to see if I’ll crack. I’m not making that up,… — Heather Cocks Copy Share Image
“I fell in love with a person, not a prince; the rest is just circumstance.” — Heather Cocks Copy Share Image
“How did you not know they broke up? You usually monitor his social media like he's al-Qaeda and you're the CIA.” — Heather Cocks Copy Share Image
“I was just going to tell Bex that Nicholas is the patron saint of archers, hence the massive shrubbery up there.” Clive grinned. “He’s… — Heather Cocks Copy Share Image
“Nick looked as surprised as if I’d just handed him my acceptance letter to Hogwarts” — Heather Cocks Copy Share Image
“Hang on, you can’t punish a man for being in love,” Gaz shouted. “Love means nothing in tennis,” I said. “Literally, in fact.” — Heather Cocks Copy Share Image
“Skirts must fall no higher than the vaguely defined just above the knee, and hats must have a base of four inches or larger… — Heather Cocks Copy Share Image
