Hands up! As I opened the front door, all hell broke loose Piling his shopping on the counter, Steven Webb flashed me a cheeky smile. ‘Hello, beautiful, it’s your lucky day,’ he said.
It was July 2013 and I loved working in my village shop.
There were always familiar faces popping in.
And Steven, then 41, who worked at the local horse stud, never failed to make me smile.
He popped in most days for his lunch, beers after work.
‘I suppose I should do some work, then,’ I’d laughed.
A single mum with four kids - Lucy, then 19, Christina, then 17, and two boys at primary school - I wasn’t looking for love.
But Steven was so charming.
So, that month, when he invited me to dinner, I…
