“I lost the auction.” Jim slung the kitbag down and slumped in a chair. Shaking his head, Jake stepped across and closed the door Jim had left swinging behind him.

“Just as well. What would you have done if you’d won?” he asked, and Jim stared at the floor.

“I dunno. I’d have worked something out. I hate to think of her in the hands of strangers.”

“And it took you a week to tell me?” Jake sounded unimpressed.