Pyke conducted a complicated manoeuvre on the screen, hardly listening.
“Oooops!” he cried in mock apology.
“What?” asked Amy, moving to his side.
“Oh dear, I’ve just pressed a wrong button and eight million Euros has been transferred from Mr. Baldwin’s trust fund account to the Children in Need account. How silly of me.”
“Who is Mr. Baldwin, and what has he ever done to you?” Jack asked, dunking teabags in three cups with a spoon. He placed the cups on a tray and joined Pyke.
“Oscar Baldwin makes his money selling drugs. Eight million won’t make a difference to him, but you know how rich people are. The more they have, the more they want, and the tighter arsed they get about it. It’ll do him good to share.”
Jack offered the tray to Amy, giving her one of his sexy I’m-gonna-have-you-later grins. She picked up a steaming cup of tea and returned with an in-your-dreams raised brow.