The old lady looked at me and smiled, calm and superior. "Everything's fair in love and war, young man. Your girls should have thought before betting," she said, her voice smooth as if she had already won, legs still crossed, thick thighs flexing slightly under the tight gray bikini.
"You can play your little games with your grandson," I said, moving away with Brittany and Gloria, one arm around each of them protectively. "We're going."
"Wait," she called, her voice still composed. "How about I give you an offer you can't refuse?"
I stopped and turned back slowly. "Yeah… what's the offer?" I asked, eyes narrowing. I wasn't about to let anyone think they could buy me off.
She snapped her fingers without looking back. Her butler stepped forward instantly, silent and efficient, handing her a cheque book and pen. She opened it on her lap, uncapped the pen, and started writing. The scratch of ink on paper was the only sound for a moment.
