I might be too tired … ‘ ‘I’ll hire a nanny for you. Don’t worry.’ More smacking sounds. ‘Chantal doesn’t know anything about the mone.... Once we’re married, I’ll be able to run everything. The bitch is blind. She won’t know a thing.’ ‘I love you, Jean-Claude.’ ‘And I love your pussy, Katie. I’ve got to go. Meet me tomorrow, same time.’ ‘Okay.’ Martin remained in his hiding place, his head swirling with the conversation he’d just heard. He listened as the footsteps went separate ways, then crept. “Questo sì che è un bel trucco!”“Yes! What a good trick!”“Good. One hundred millilitres in each pan. Can someone gather up the buns and fire up those hotplates?”Five minutes later we were up and running. The Swiss Guards has come in and kept an eye on the crowd, who were surprisingly unsurprised by the sight of the Servant of the Servants of God serving soup. And try saying that ten times fast. Melody and Francis both ladled soup from a pan, careful not to give out too much. Vincenzo and I were. "I think it would be better if everything that's said, and everything that happens, be done in the group," I said. "I mean we're all in this together ... as friends ... right?" Friends don't kiss," said Frankie."Good ones ... the ones in this group, do," I said.There was movement among the other girls. I wasn't sure whether that was because they had been reminded they had kissed each other - that was caught in the pictures - or because it suggested I'd also be kissing the rest of them."This is. My arms loop around his neck as his hot hands burn through my dress. We keep dancing and his hands roam down to clasp my hips as we step to the music. I feel the muscle of his shoulders move beneath his shirt while his body heat radiates off his tight abs pressing into my ribs. Our height difference is balanced out with my heels and as the music changes into a slow song. We sway together until our eyes lock and Jack lowers his mouth to press his lips against mine. Our first kiss makes my head.