“John, I have a very hungry, very grumpy woman here.” “I don’t envy you, lad.” “One portion of fries for her, I’m begging you.” My mouth waters. I would love some chips right now. “I’ve already locked up, mate. Sorry.” Alex pulls a giant wad of cash from the glove box. I’m practically hugging myself with elation. He loves me. “Name your price. Any price.”
