For Lou it was always Dylan. She loved him from the moment they first met across a cadaver in the dissection room at medical school. The most gorgeous man she'd ever laid eyes on, with more Welsh charm than you could shake a stick at; she was a goner. But Lou, despite her beauty, was just too extrovert to interest Dylan, who was convinced that a quiet, shy girl, like Lou's best friend Frankie, was much more his style. 'Have at it mate but I've got two words for you: high maintenance.' 'Don't think I'd mind putting in the hard yards maintaining that piece of arse,' one of Dylan's more disgusting rugby mates replied. 'Well good luck to you, ' Dylan returned, looking completely relaxed now that they were discussing Lou and not his precious Frankie. 'I like mine heavy on the sweet and light on the ball-breaking bitch, but each to his own.' After overhearing that exchange, Lou buries her pain and pines for him in private, but she can't give up their friendship. One night, eleven years