Bet on Me (The Love's a Gamble Series Book 1) by Saxon James

Author:Saxon James [James, Saxon]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: May Books
Published: 2020-01-24T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-One

Even though Elliot is a rough shade of green when I pick him up, I’ve never been happier to see him. I drive almost the whole six hours to Chatham, only stopping once to refuel and grab Elliot an energy drink. He mumbles some kind of thanks before we’re back on the road, windows down, music up, broken only by Elliot’s occasional groans from the passenger seat.

“You doing okay?” I ask with a chuckle, checking that he isn’t going to hurl on the interior.

“Why did I drink so much?”

“Because you make terrible life decisions?” It sounds like I’m teasing, but actually, sometimes I wonder if that isn’t the case.

“Well, fuck you very much.”

“Seriously though, why did you drink so much?”

He finally lifts his head from his hands and rolls it across the headrest to face me. “Long answer or short?”

“We have time.”

He goes to open his mouth, then must be hit with a wave of nausea because he quickly says, “Short version.”

“When you’re ready.”

He lets out a self-pitying noise. “I really need the Hawks to win tonight or my boss is going to kill me.”

“Ah… it’s a work thing?” Thank god. Better that than an us thing.

I feel rather than see him cut a quick look at me and away again. “Yeah. Took on my largest bet yet. Problem is, I have barely enough in my holdings to cover it if he wins. It means I’ll clean up this week, but it’ll cost my boss the money I’ve made him this month.”

My mouth presses into a line. “I don’t actually know much about betting, so that doesn’t make a heap of sense to me.”

“Basically, as a bookie, I want to take bets on both teams. As close to even as possible. One side pays out the other, and I take my ten percent off the top. I hold anything left over for a month, and then after four weeks, whatever excess I have, goes back to the company. That’s how my boss runs it anyway. It’s not always like that. And some bookies work solo rather than for someone.”

“Hmm…” I’m not sure how much more I want to know. I want Elliot to keep talking, that much is clear, but when it comes to his job, I’m operating under a less is more philosophy. “So it’s money stress?”

“Yep.”

“Well, I have money.”

He’s silent for a minute. “You do. Your money. Which has nothing to do with me.” Elliot turns and looks out the window, clearly signaling he’s done talking about it.

Whatever. I turn up the music and put my foot down.

The sooner we get there, the sooner I’ll be able to start distracting him.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.