I’m surprised to see a tray on the coffee table with two glasses on it. Beside it is a bottle of champagne in a cooler. The hotel clearly thinks all the rooms will have adult occupants.

There’s even a separate work area with a mahogany desk and two deep leather chairs.

But the most amazing thing about the room is the gigantic four-poster bed, with its silk curtains and dozens of cushions in all shapes and sizes.

When I turn around, I see that Kate isn’t looking at the room. She’s looking at me. Her eyes are gleaming.

“You up for it?”

Before I can ask what she means, Kate runs and jumps onto the bed. The comforter flies up as she lands, and then it slowly descends. Kate lies facedown in one of the pillows and mumbles something unintelligible.

“How was it?”

“This is something you need to experience for yourself, Spinner,” Kate replies. “There are no words to describe it.”

I take a run-up and fly onto the bed, landing next to Kate. My ribs are still painful, but the soft mattress makes everything okay. I sink so deep into it that it feels like I’ll never be able to stand up again. We roll onto our backs and gaze up at the ceiling with its spotlights. It’s like lying under a starry sky.

“I don’t know if I can sleep in here,” I say. “Seems a shame to close your eyes.”

Kate grins. “After we’ve finished that bottle of champagne, you’ll be able to sleep. Oh, and the boys have a bottle too.”

My thoughts immediately return to Fender, and the bad feeling is back again.

“What are you thinking about?” Kate sits up and grabs my hair.

I can feel her braiding my hair behind my back. She’s really skilled and quick.

“I was thinking about Fender,” I blurt out.

“Fender? How come?”

I can’t be honest with her. She’ll never understand.

“You’ve known each other a long time, haven’t you?”

“Our whole lives. Our moms went to mother-to-be yoga classes together,” Kate says with a smile. “That’s why we’re both so zen.”

If there’s one person I know who’s incapable of sitting still, it’s Kate.

“What do you like best about him?”

Maybe I need to hear it from someone else. Maybe then I’ll finally see Fender in a different light.

“The way he’s so musical,” says Kate without having to think about it. “When he’s playing, it’s like nothing else exists for a moment. Fender is so different from Lucas, much more thoughtful. Sometimes you can almost literally hear him thinking. He’s just different from all the other guys I know.”