Yes, as much as he can lay his grubby little hands on. Filthy, scum bag, gold digger.

“Money?” he says with a tone of surprise, pausing and watching me.

“He thinks I’m loaded because I’m always in the papers … with you. Probably thinks we’re in love.” I laugh at this little fact, but Jake doesn’t laugh; he watches me and sips from his mug before looking lost in thought. I can smell coffee and guess he’s not drunk at all.

“Why are you chewing your lip ...