Chapter 43
“I get it.”
Kurt glanced over at coffee-skinned, sharp-cheekboned Samira Hassan sandwiched between Toke on her left and Jon on her right. Her scrunched brow and constricted eyes contradicted her words. She didn’t get it. It was understandable. Polo could be a little tough to grasp.
Jon threw her a skeptical glance. “You do?”
“Yes. The throw-in a few minutes ago started the six-chukker match...” Samira said. “And your family friends, the Jega brothers, are riding in this match.”
Kurt grinned. She was doing a good job of sounding as if she understood what Jon and Toke had been trying to explain to her for the past ten minutes.
“What else do you get?” Toke asked, his lips twitching.
“Tariq and Mohammed Jega own the ponies they’re riding. Um... Tariq has already scored a goal
