Holding the large bouquet of vibrant flowers to her face, Lucy breathed in their exquisite fragrance. Red roses were a popular choice among her customers, her shop smelt of a sweet cologne. She looked around, colours of every hue bounced off the window panes of the small florist’s shop.

Life would be good for Lucy – if only she could stop worrying about James and Charlotte.

James was Lucy’s brother and she loved him dearly. She wanted to help him, but how could she, when he refused to be helped? He thought of nothing but work, drowning himself in toil, never coming up for air to enjoy the pleasures that life could bring.

He was no nearer to moving on with his life than he had been three years ago, since losing his wife in a tragic accident. They’d lived in America for a number of years, running a successful business, when their lives had been torn apart. James moved back to the UK not long after the accident, bought a farm, and