The first time Toby Hunter got arrested for defending Lilac Clarke's honour, he was only fifteen years old, but he'd loved her from behind his black-rimmed glasses for as long as he could remember. With a desperate need to protect her from a distance, one arrest turned to two, two soon turning into three, and before Toby knew what was happening, the sleepy village of Southwold was turning against him for daring to stand up for a girl like Lilac. Beautiful Lilac with her flowers in her hair, her camera in her hands, and her sweet, pink, sugary-lipped kisses. They could hate him for loving her all they wanted. Toby was a boy who did what was right, not what was easy, and he was always going to grow to be the man willing to give her what she deserved. Even if that meant losing Lilac forever.