Chapter Four
Aidan Smith
“Morning,” Aidan said as he stepped into Jota’s kitchen, which was already awash with the unmistakable—and always welcome—scent of frying bacon. It was just as well he didn’t spend much time here—he’d be forced to buy bigger clothes in no time, and he hated to even think what it might do to his arteries. How the twins stayed so in shape, he had no idea. But then, it wasn’t as if he had the world’s healthiest diet back at home. He was often so busy with work he barely had time to squeeze sleep and personal hygiene into his day, never mind eat properly. Some days, only the readily available supply of prepacked sandwiches and wraps, crisps and cereal bars in the hospital shops ensured he ate at all.
“All right, Smith?” Taylor chirped from his position in front of t
