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place … Wow! What a body! What a face! Isn’t he just the
     most gorgeous thing you’ve ever seen? Isn’t he just sooo fit? I love all that layered hair and those cheekbones and I bet
     he’s got just a hint of stubble. Sooo sexy. He’s … he’s … ’ She furrowed her brow and then beamed. ‘Oooh, he’s just totally
     Beckhamesque!’

Chapter Four
    Frankie laughed. The description was absolutely perfect. Despite the weather, the very attractive man darting in and out of
     the flower shack’s open door, managed to look elegant and golden and achingly cool. Dressed in jeans and boots and a battered
     leather jacket with the collar turned up, and with his sun-bleached streaky hair feathering in the wind, he was certainly
     extremely eye-catching.
    ‘Wonder who he is?’ Lilly pressed her nose against the glass. ‘Any ideas? Is he the one taking over from Ray? Nephew or something,
     you said, didn’t you? Oh, wow, if he is, how fab would that be?’
    ‘Well, yes it would be, but no, I don’t think he can possibly be Dexter Valentine,’ Frankie said. ‘That bloke’s probably someone
     from the council making sure Ray’s stall hasn’t been vandalised.’
    ‘Shame.’ Lilly pressed even closer to the door. ‘Because he’d be just lovely to look at every day – even for a man-hater like
     you – wouldn’t he?’
    ‘I’m not a man-hater,’ Frankie said quickly. ‘I’m just a bit more picky than you are. And I’m sure he isn’t Ray’s nephew,
     because I sort of gathered from Rita that he was a Ray looka-like, only younger and a lot less pleasant. I’m guessing Dexter
     Valentine, when and if, he ever turns up, will be a fat slob with a beer gut and a builder’s bum – in fact, a whole lot less
     attractive than that.’
    ‘I know, you said.’ Lilly gazed dreamily across the square. ‘So it can’t be him, can it? Sod it – because he is sooo hot.
     Maybe he is from the council then. Still, whoever he is, I’m in love.’
    ‘Why aren’t I surprised? Poor bloke won’t stand a chance,’ Frankie laughed, watching him standing outside the flower stall
     shack now in the storm, looking rather bemusedly at the rain bouncing relentlessly off the empty wooden decking tiers. ‘But
     I wonder who he is? And what on earth does he think he’s doing over there?’
    ‘I’ll go and ask,’ Lilly said, tugging open the door and allowing the bitter wind and a lot of very wet leaves billow into
     the shop.
    ‘Lill, noooo!’ Frankie groaned.
    Too late. Lilly, slipping and slithering across the cobbles in her ridiculous heels, had already gone.
    Frankie grinned to herself. No doubt the Beckhamesque beauty – if he was available, or even if he wasn’t, yet – would soon
     be a regular feature of their shared house, until Lilly fell in love with someone else.
    Sometimes Frankie wished she had Lilly’s happy equanimity towards relationships. But then, Lilly had never been in love had
     she? Not really, really in love. And that was the problem: once you’d been hopelessly, besottedly, heart and soul, once and
     for ever, in love, it became very hard to settle for anything less.
    As she well knew.
    She watched in amusement as Lilly, her blonde spikes seemingly wind and rain resistant, bounced up to the golden David lookalike
     and smiled and started chatting, in typical Lilly fashion, with both her hands and her mouth.
    Now he was laughing. And talking back. And Lilly was waving extravagantly towards the shop, and, oh Lordy, they were coming
     over …
    The door flew open again, with yet another flurry of freezing wind, slashing rain and wet leaves.
    ‘It’s
him
!’ Lilly beamed, ushering the Beckhamesque beauty into the shop. ‘He
is
Dexter Valentine! How amazing is that?’
    Amazing, Frankie thought, blinking hard at Dexter Valentine who, despite being wet and windswept, managed to look even more
     gorgeous close to than he’d been from a distance. Totally amazing …
    In fact, so