Peeping through my curtains, I watched as a tall, dark, handsome stranger carried boxes into the flats next door. ‘Our new neighbour’s a bit of all right,’ I smiled to myself, dragging myself away from the window.
Later, after taking my kids, Kyle, then 9, and Amy, 6, to school, I was letting myself into the house when someone tapped me on the shoulder.
‘I’m Colin,’ said the handsome stranger with a wide smile. ‘I believe I’m your new neighbour.’
‘Hi,’ I grinned back, feeling my face go red.
I soon learnt that Colin, 34, was a chef, and just like me, he was divorced and had two children.
A real family man, he clearly doted on his kids.
As I got to know him, I noticed that he was…
