Down the line

JIM TEMPLEMAN smiled at Primrose across the table. “I’m sorry the way things worked out at lunch yesterday. “That agent of mine could talk your ear off but I guess he didn’t think to involve you in th

All night?” Mark’s eyes widened behind his NHS specs. “You’re not scared, are you?” Ryan teased, but with a friendly smile. “Of course I’m not scared!” Mark puffed out his chest. “But I don’t think Mu

Are you sure, love? Why not go on a nice holiday with a friend instead?” “Honestly, Mum,” Lucy said, a touch impatiently. “I’m thirty, not a teenager! I want to travel, be on my own for a while. Since

What memories lay within its crumbling walls? Fiona was about to find out

THIS is so good of you, Primrose,” Janet said for the umpteenth time as they sat opposite each other on the Tube train. “If you say that again . . . What are friends for?” Primrose said, nudging her f

G av drove home, glancing up at the ...