Hey, sorry it has been a while, I haven't had loads of time to update. :)

I know that some people don't like they plot of my story, or don't agree with the way the characters are, but I have played around with what people assume they are like to make it different. I don't have a problem with people having an opinion, or reviewing to let me know how I could improve the story, but I have tried to make it a bit different and I'm not going to change the characters in they story.

So anyway, here is my next chapter! Tell me what you think. :) xx

Into Rome

Cammie

I felt sort of bad for making Zach sleep on the sofa while I was sleeping in the bed. It's not exactly an uncomfortable sofa, with us being at a five star hotel but still. All his things are in the bedroom, which means that he needs to keep going from room to room to get all the things he needs. And when I found him looking in the wardrobe when I walked into the bedroom after getting out the shower, still wrapped in a towel, I knew things were going to get awkward.

"What are you doing?" I demanded, wrapping the towel a little tighter around myself.

"What am I doing? I'm getting my clothes out. A better question is what are you doing? Since you're the one stood in a towel." Zach said, his lips clearly trying to fight a smirk as he folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the wall. I saw that his eyes never left mine unlike most men if they were put in this situation.

"I forgot I left them on the bed." I kept my eyes down as I retrieved my clothes that I had lay out on the bed and made my way back into the bathroom.

"Hurry up! You're not the only one who needs to get ready." Amusement clear in his voice, I turned to see him full out smirking, still leaned against the wall. Not wanting to give him anymore opportunity to joke about it, I quickly shut the door and started to get dressed.

Once both me and Zach were done, we walked down to the lobby, and outside to get breakfast and talk about what we needed to do today. As we sat down in the early morning sun, i saw Zach roll his shoulders and stretch his back out.

"Are you okay?"

"What? Oh, Yeah I'm fine. Today, I'm thinking we could head out to the city, see what's there, then find some of these people here," Zach pointed to a list of names. "These are all people who Mason Lewis has stolen from, or he has conned them in some way. We can get some more information on this asshole, and then find out about contacting him." Zach stopped talking and turned the piece of paper over as the waitress approached out table with a pen and pad in her hands.

"Good morning. What can I get you?" The question was aimed at both of us but her eyes never left Zach. Jeez. Did every woman want this man? She could very clearly see the wedding ring on my hand that was on the table, yet she still tried.

Looking at me rather than the waitress Zach said, "Yes, we'll both have the eggs. One orange juice and one coffee please. Oh, and can you not put pepper on one of the eggs please. Thanks." Only then did he look up at the waitress and hand her the menus.

He had remembered what she liked. From school. And he hadn't paid the waitress one ounce of interest. Once the she had gone I turned to Zach. "Why did you order for me? How did you know what I wanted?"

"I had breakfast with you every morning for three months Cammie. I notice things. You don't have pepper on your eggs and you hate orange juice. I'm a spy. I'm meant to take in my surroundings." Zach turned back to the papers on the table and started reading through them again.

Of course. He was a spy; he was trained to take in what was around him. It was nothing special that he had remembered what she liked. He probably remembered what Grant and Jonas liked as well. I was pulled from my thoughts when a different waitress came over to us with our food. She placed it all on out table, and left with a polite smile.

"Gallagher girl, I can literally see the cogs turning in your head. Relax for once. We can start work later." Zach laughed and picked up his orange juice. He looked down and then looked back up, noticing my shocked face. "What?"

Shock turned into embarrassment and I blushed. "You just haven't called me that since high school. Without using it in a patronising way, that is." I said with a small smile, trying to lighten the conversation.

"Oh. Well," He cleared his throat. "I just kind of slipped out, I didn't mean-"

I cut him off. "No, I didn't mean it as a bad thing; I was just pointing it out." My smile now more genuine because of the panic in his voice.

"Oh. Okay then Gallagher Girl, you better hurry up and eat so we can get going." He said with a smirk, and he carried on eating. Just like that it was over.

We got into the car and pulled out of the Hotel car park. We had all the windows rolled down because of the increasing heat and made our way to the centre of Rome.

It took us an hour and half to get to the city centre and we parked in a multi-story. Once we got out, Zach pulled out a map and took hold of my hand, with the smile I had become way to addicted to.

I was way to happy with how things were turning out, and way to busy taking in my surroundings to notice the man walk up to our car and put his hand through the open window.