"I need space."
"Are you saying you want me to move out?"
It was the longest pause. Finally he spoke, "I'm saying it's over."
Frankie's life is falling apart. In less than a week she's gone from having everything - a great job, lovely flat and gorgeous Hugh, the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with - to having absolutely sod all.
Devastated, dumped and on the dole, she makes a decision. If Hugh wants space he can have it. Six thousand miles of it. So she packs her bags and heads to Los Angeles. To stay with her old friend Rita. To try and sort her life out. To try and get over Hugh. She does not, repeat not, go to LA to meet someone else, especially not an American photographer called Reilly, who's the most arrogant, selfish man she's ever met. And also the sexiest.
This is a story about not knowing what - or who - is around the next corner. About what would happen if you had to chose between a man you've just met and the love of your life . . .
