‘Because he has a conscience,’ she suggested. ‘He can be ruthless, but only up to a point.’

‘Exactly. I could never quite make him see… Ah, well, maybe his recent troubles will have taught him a lesson.’

‘You mean his wife leaving him?’

‘I mean that damn fool divorce settlement he gave her. Much too generous. He just let her have whatever she demanded.’

Janine sighed. She’d heard him ranting on this subject so often, and there was no end to it.

‘He did it for the children’s sake,’ she pointed out.

‘He could have got his children back if he’d played hard, but he wouldn’t do it.’

‘Good for him,’ Janine murmured.

Amos scowled. He could forgive her sentimental view of life. After all, she was a woman. But sometimes it exasperated him.

‘That’s all very well,’ he growled, ‘but then the world imploded.’

‘Only the financial world,’ she ventured.

His caustic look questioned whether there was any other kind, but he didn’t rise to the bait.

‘And suddenly he had a pittance compared to what he’d had before,’ he continued. ‘So he had to go back to that woman and try to persuade her to accept less. Naturally, she refused, and since the money had already been transferred to her he couldn’t touch it.’

‘You’d never have made that mistake,’ Janine observed wryly, perhaps thinking of the pre-nuptial agreement she’d had to sign before their wedding five years earlier. ‘Never give anything you can’t take back, that’s your motto.’

‘I never said that.’

‘No, you’ve never actually said it,’ she agreed quietly.

‘Where the devil is he?’

‘Don’t upset yourself,’ she pleaded. ‘It’s bad for you to get agitated after your heart attack.’

‘I’m over that,’ he growled.

‘Until the next time. And don’t say there won’t be a next time because the doctor said a massive attack like that is always a warning.’