9
Saxon
‘I don’t need you to chaperone me.’
Manny grabs me in a headlock and rubs his knuckles against my scalp. ‘I sure don’t plan on being yer babysitter tonight li’l brother.’
I push him away. ‘Better not let your wife find out what you’re up to.’
‘What’s that supposed to mean?’
I shake my head. ‘I ain’t stupid. I know what you’re doing.’
Manny grins. ‘It’s all a bit of harmless fun.’
‘Until you bet more than we can afford and Constance finds out.’
‘It’s tonight only, with lots of players. Zeb’s got a game going.’
‘Zeb! Are you crazy?’
‘There’s lotsa tokens to win, Saxon. It could support us through the winter.’
‘Or leave us to starve.’
Manny gets in my face. ‘Just keep yer mouth shut to Constance and I’ll meet you back here later.’
I pinch the bridge of my nose as he walk
