Wild Desire
‘And that’s why I’m here.
‘How did you know?’ asked Kate as she poured champagne with trembling fingers.
‘Oh.’ Nero shrugged dismissively. ‘On circule. On rencontre des gens qui racontent des histoires.’
‘And exactly what histoires have you been hearing?’
‘Les histoires des grandes horizontales. That is what you call them in English, is it not?’
‘I think you'll find that expression’s rather old-fashioned.’
‘And you’re a modern girl, isn’t that right, Kate? Or should I call you Cleo?’