“Thanks, Ms Wilding.’ She raised one eyebrow. ‘Who?’ ‘You must be Tom’s daughter, the photographer. You look like him. A prettier version, sexy, even.’ His laugh was a smoky rumble as he spun on his heel. ‘Don’t presume to know… — Helene Young Copy Share Image
“Nick looked to the sky again, searching for a last glimpse of the shiny jet. ‘For us, maybe, but courtesy of Nina and her… — Helene Young Copy Share Image
“Thanks, Ms Wilding.’ She raised one eyebrow. ‘Who?’ ‘You must be Tom’s daughter, the photographer. You look like him. A prettier version, sexy, even.’… — Helene Young Copy Share Image
“A man doesn't want to be rejected. We're really quite sensitive. 'Sensitive?' She laughed, her head on one side. 'Sensitive egos you mean. Never… — Helene Young Copy Share Image
“The insanity of love, and that’s why you’re trying to drive away with the park brake on.” — Helene Young Copy Share Image
“I think I love you, Bennett. Probably not relevant at the moment so no need to say thanks.” — Helene Young Copy Share Image
