Page 17 of Illicit Heir

It's not.

Yes, it is.

Concentrate!

He taps his fingers on the table. "How do we play? Let's get this going so I get my hour of alone time."

Butterflies overpower all my logic.

Maybe I should lose on purpose.

What?

No! No! No!

I bet he's an animal between the sheets.

Stop it!

Ten grand. Get the ten grand.

I order, "Ya better put your money on the table where I can see it. Don't want ya losing and running out of here."

"Ya think I'd not make good on my bet?"

I admit, "I don't put anything past ya."

He leans into my ear, teasing my lobe with his hot breath, declaring, "There's a lot of things ya shouldn't put past me, lass. Paying my debts isn't one of them."

I turn to face him, demanding, "Still want ya to put it on the table where I can see it. Ten grand's a lot of cash. How do I even know ya have it?"

He studies me, and my heart thumps so loud in my chest that I think he must hear it.

Tynan calls out, "Well, get on with it. When your game ends, Emily and I are making a wager."

Surprise fills Emily's voice when she squeaks, "We are?"

"Aye. Unless ya don't want to take your chances of winning some cash. I'll double my brother's bet." He slams down a wad of euros, and my cousins and I stare at the money with our mouths hanging open.

These guys are seriously crazy for making these types of wagers.

Tynan wiggles his eyebrows and adds, "But I get two hours of your time. I like to take my time..." He eyes her over, then adds, "Talking."

Emily bites her lip, her blues sparkle brighter, and her cheeks burst into flames.

My instincts kick back in. I inquire, "What did ya say ya all do for a living?"

Devin answers, "Technology."

I turn my gaze back on him. "Technology?"

He nods. "Aye. Boring stuff."

"What kind of boring stuff?" I push.

He shrugs. "Software. Like I said, boring stuff."

I assess him further.

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