‘Why?’
‘Curiosity. I’m interested in how you spend your time when you’re not here.’
‘Well … tonight it’s a quick bout of advanced martial arts, then a helicopter is flying me to Monte Carlo for supper. And then I might take in a cocktail in Cannes on the way home. If you look up at around – ooh – around 2am, I’ll give you a wave on my way over,’ I said. I peeled the two sides of my sandwich apart, checking the filling. ‘I’m probably finishing my book.’
Heather glanced up at Damion. ‘Tenner,’ he said, grinning.
Damion reached into his pocket. ‘Every time,’ he said.
I stared at them. ‘Every time what?’ I said, as Damion put the money into Heather’s hand.
‘He said you’d be reading a book. I said you’d be watching telly. He always wins.’
My sandwich stilled at my lips. ‘Always? You’ve b
