The Gamble
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Harry belatedly took the hint and asked me instead, “What do you do in England?”
“I’m a solicitor.”
“A what?” Harry asked.
“It’s what the English call an attorney,” I explained and I felt Max’s hand tighten on my shoulder.
“Cool!” Harry exclaimed. “Like, ‘Order in the court!’ and ‘I object!’”
“Not exactly, I’m not a barrister, I’m a solicitor. I don’t often see court.”
“Come again?” Harry asked, looking somewhat adorably confused.
It was then I decided that Harry was a bit of a goof but I liked him.
“It’s different there,” I explained. “I’m not a litigator. I don’t try cases in court very frequently and when I do they’re usually minor ones, like small claims. Mostly, I write letters and such.”
“Bummer,” Harry muttered, looking crestfallen.
I grinned at him and said, “They’re good letters and some of them are really long.”
Max chuckled, Harry grinned and Shauna was still trying to get her eyes to form icicle daggers.
Suddenly Shauna’s gaze shifted to Max and she asked, “You talk to Dodd?”
For some reason this made Harry’s good-natured demeanor slip a notch and he muttered, “Shauna.”
But at the same time Max answered, “Nope.”
“You should talk to him,” Shauna advised.
“Yeah, you’ve told me that a f**kin’ hundred times,” Max said, his voice kind of scary, not overtly so but the threat was definitely there.
Shauna ignored it, looked at me and announced, apropos of nothing, “Max’s Dad gave him that land.”
“Really?” I asked, puzzled at the turn of conversation.
“It’s great land. Beautiful,” Harry tried to lighten the mood again. “Thirty whole acres of God’s country.”
“Yeah,” Shauna answered me, foiling Harry’s attempt to lighten the mood. “He didn’t buy it or anything.”
Max’s arm tightened around me, bringing me closer as I murmured the only response I could come up with, “Oh.”
“No way, considering it’s worth millions and he doesn’t have that,” Shauna went on.
I blinked at her in surprise, not only that Max owned millions of dollars worth of land but the nasty way she shared that fact as Harry whispered, “Shauna.”
“Can’t afford the taxes on it, that’s why he rents the house,” Shauna went on and I stared.
Max’s entire body tightened, I sat up straighter in the curve of his arm and Harry hissed, “Shauna!”
She shrugged, her gaze skittered over Max as if afraid of catching his eye and she muttered, “Just sayin’, she’s with him, she likes that house, she should know.”
“Maybe we –” I started to change the subject but Shauna plucked up her courage and looked at Max.
“Saw you with Becca today.”
This was an accusation. I knew it because her gaze slid to me to catch my reaction.
And, frankly, I’d had enough. Shauna wasn’t kind of a bitch, she was a bitch. I didn’t think I’d ever met a bigger one.
“Yes, Becca’s lovely,” I announced, curling into Max’s body but not taking my eyes from Shauna. “I met her this morning, she came by when Max was making me breakfast.”
When I mentioned Max making me breakfast, the cold snap emanating from Shauna reduced the temperature of the entire restaurant by a whole ten degrees. It was a wonder I didn’t shiver.
I ignored it and the frosty look on her face and looked up at Max. He was scowling at Shauna so, to get his attention, I placed my hand on his chest. I was interrupted from feeling the fact that his chest was as hard as his bicep and fortunately also interrupted from the instant impulse to explore that feeling further when his chin dipped down to look at me.
Yes, his face was dark and scary. He was angry, maybe even furious.
I ignored that too and said quietly, “I don’t want to seem ungrateful but my oatmeal was kind of… too sweet.”
He wasn’t following, likely because he was too angry. “Too sweet?”
I pressed my hand against his chest, cuddled closer and whispered, “Too sweet. Four sugars? Um…” I trailed off as his face cleared and he grinned.
“I’ll make it with three tomorrow, Duchess,” he whispered back.
“More like, one.”
His brows went up. “One?” I nodded and his arm tightened again but he also pulled me up his body as he leaned down so my face was closer to his and still whispering, he said, “That’s the way you like it, that’s the way you’ll get it.”
I was so busy watching his mouth form the words and experiencing feeling my front pressed to his hard body at the same time I was wrapped tight in his arm, I almost missed Shauna making a weird noise in the back of her throat.
But I didn’t miss it. Neither did Max.
My eyes went to his, I smiled at him and he smiled back. His smile and his eyes in that proximity weren’t phenomenal, they were sensational.
The loud thump of a bottle hitting the table made me jump and I turned.
“Ale,” Trudy announced, a smile firm on her face, her eyes on me. She dipped her head to the new beer on the table then she looked at Harry. “Table’s ready, Harry.” And without sparing Shauna a glance, she turned and walked away again, without leaving menus.
“We’ll leave you alone,” Harry said and I noticed he didn’t look happy-go-lucky anymore. He looked pale and maybe a little frightened.
Because of that, I probably shouldn’t have said what I said next. But for some reason I couldn’t help myself.
No, I knew the reason. Because Shauna was far more of a bitch than Harry was a good guy and she deserved it, not only for saying what she said and for obviously, and in an ugly way, pining for Max, but for being with Harry at all. I didn’t know him but I knew he deserved better.
Therefore I snuggled my head into Max’s shoulder, wrapped my arm around his belly and invited, “Why don’t you two eat with us? It’d be great, getting to know some people from town.”
Harry grew paler, Max grunted in a way that made me think he was struggling with laughter and Shauna’s eyes narrowed.
“We’re good with our table,” Harry muttered. “You two look like you’d like some private time.”
“You sure?” I asked graciously.
“I’m a solicitor.”
“A what?” Harry asked.
“It’s what the English call an attorney,” I explained and I felt Max’s hand tighten on my shoulder.
“Cool!” Harry exclaimed. “Like, ‘Order in the court!’ and ‘I object!’”
“Not exactly, I’m not a barrister, I’m a solicitor. I don’t often see court.”
“Come again?” Harry asked, looking somewhat adorably confused.
It was then I decided that Harry was a bit of a goof but I liked him.
“It’s different there,” I explained. “I’m not a litigator. I don’t try cases in court very frequently and when I do they’re usually minor ones, like small claims. Mostly, I write letters and such.”
“Bummer,” Harry muttered, looking crestfallen.
I grinned at him and said, “They’re good letters and some of them are really long.”
Max chuckled, Harry grinned and Shauna was still trying to get her eyes to form icicle daggers.
Suddenly Shauna’s gaze shifted to Max and she asked, “You talk to Dodd?”
For some reason this made Harry’s good-natured demeanor slip a notch and he muttered, “Shauna.”
But at the same time Max answered, “Nope.”
“You should talk to him,” Shauna advised.
“Yeah, you’ve told me that a f**kin’ hundred times,” Max said, his voice kind of scary, not overtly so but the threat was definitely there.
Shauna ignored it, looked at me and announced, apropos of nothing, “Max’s Dad gave him that land.”
“Really?” I asked, puzzled at the turn of conversation.
“It’s great land. Beautiful,” Harry tried to lighten the mood again. “Thirty whole acres of God’s country.”
“Yeah,” Shauna answered me, foiling Harry’s attempt to lighten the mood. “He didn’t buy it or anything.”
Max’s arm tightened around me, bringing me closer as I murmured the only response I could come up with, “Oh.”
“No way, considering it’s worth millions and he doesn’t have that,” Shauna went on.
I blinked at her in surprise, not only that Max owned millions of dollars worth of land but the nasty way she shared that fact as Harry whispered, “Shauna.”
“Can’t afford the taxes on it, that’s why he rents the house,” Shauna went on and I stared.
Max’s entire body tightened, I sat up straighter in the curve of his arm and Harry hissed, “Shauna!”
She shrugged, her gaze skittered over Max as if afraid of catching his eye and she muttered, “Just sayin’, she’s with him, she likes that house, she should know.”
“Maybe we –” I started to change the subject but Shauna plucked up her courage and looked at Max.
“Saw you with Becca today.”
This was an accusation. I knew it because her gaze slid to me to catch my reaction.
And, frankly, I’d had enough. Shauna wasn’t kind of a bitch, she was a bitch. I didn’t think I’d ever met a bigger one.
“Yes, Becca’s lovely,” I announced, curling into Max’s body but not taking my eyes from Shauna. “I met her this morning, she came by when Max was making me breakfast.”
When I mentioned Max making me breakfast, the cold snap emanating from Shauna reduced the temperature of the entire restaurant by a whole ten degrees. It was a wonder I didn’t shiver.
I ignored it and the frosty look on her face and looked up at Max. He was scowling at Shauna so, to get his attention, I placed my hand on his chest. I was interrupted from feeling the fact that his chest was as hard as his bicep and fortunately also interrupted from the instant impulse to explore that feeling further when his chin dipped down to look at me.
Yes, his face was dark and scary. He was angry, maybe even furious.
I ignored that too and said quietly, “I don’t want to seem ungrateful but my oatmeal was kind of… too sweet.”
He wasn’t following, likely because he was too angry. “Too sweet?”
I pressed my hand against his chest, cuddled closer and whispered, “Too sweet. Four sugars? Um…” I trailed off as his face cleared and he grinned.
“I’ll make it with three tomorrow, Duchess,” he whispered back.
“More like, one.”
His brows went up. “One?” I nodded and his arm tightened again but he also pulled me up his body as he leaned down so my face was closer to his and still whispering, he said, “That’s the way you like it, that’s the way you’ll get it.”
I was so busy watching his mouth form the words and experiencing feeling my front pressed to his hard body at the same time I was wrapped tight in his arm, I almost missed Shauna making a weird noise in the back of her throat.
But I didn’t miss it. Neither did Max.
My eyes went to his, I smiled at him and he smiled back. His smile and his eyes in that proximity weren’t phenomenal, they were sensational.
The loud thump of a bottle hitting the table made me jump and I turned.
“Ale,” Trudy announced, a smile firm on her face, her eyes on me. She dipped her head to the new beer on the table then she looked at Harry. “Table’s ready, Harry.” And without sparing Shauna a glance, she turned and walked away again, without leaving menus.
“We’ll leave you alone,” Harry said and I noticed he didn’t look happy-go-lucky anymore. He looked pale and maybe a little frightened.
Because of that, I probably shouldn’t have said what I said next. But for some reason I couldn’t help myself.
No, I knew the reason. Because Shauna was far more of a bitch than Harry was a good guy and she deserved it, not only for saying what she said and for obviously, and in an ugly way, pining for Max, but for being with Harry at all. I didn’t know him but I knew he deserved better.
Therefore I snuggled my head into Max’s shoulder, wrapped my arm around his belly and invited, “Why don’t you two eat with us? It’d be great, getting to know some people from town.”
Harry grew paler, Max grunted in a way that made me think he was struggling with laughter and Shauna’s eyes narrowed.
“We’re good with our table,” Harry muttered. “You two look like you’d like some private time.”
“You sure?” I asked graciously.
