"Maybe we should pair Cleo and Luke up so they would leave us two alone?" Thomas suggested, but then he shook his head. "No, wait. He has that, whats-her-face. Cheeky brat, but at least she's English. Hmm. I could actually frame this one," he said it out loud before he could catch himself - looking at a photo of himself with Jazz, dressed to kill and both looking fabulous by the boulevard in the near-by village.