Emily Taylor

The Return “Lottie! Where are you? Lottie!”—Kate dashed into the house, scanned the empty

“Do what I want, when I want. This is my flat too. Don’t like it? Leave!”

“Olly, don’t do this. I’m married—I love my wife,” he said, the words rehearsed but firm.

**A Second Wind** Stephen wasn’t handsome like Cary Grant. He worked as a simple engineer at a factory

“Ollie, none of this is necessary. I’m married and love my wife,” he said, reciting

“You met her first, so stick with her,” Edward told the dog. “I’ll miss you.”

You Are My World Oliver and Emily lived in the same building, on the same floor, just doors apart.

**Diary Entry** I trudged home, exhausted and drained. One hand clutched my handbag, the other a bag

Second Wind Geoffrey wasn’t a handsome man like Cary Grant. He worked as an ordinary engineer at a tractor factory.

Edward pulled his car to a stop near the tall wrought-iron fence. He remembered it being a white picket