He snorted at my abrupt response and glanced down into the glass cabinet filled with Sloane’s creations. “I’ll take one of the chocolate sensations.” “That’ll be ten pounds.” Brodan scowled. “It says four quid.” “She underprices everything.” “Walker!” Sloane admonished, laughing at my side. “It’s Brodan.” “You’re right. He’s loaded. Fifteen quid.”
