Eric sat beneath the canopy with his fan resting forgotten across his lap, biting lightly at his lower lip as he stared toward the distant forest.
The betting had seemed like an excellent idea earlier.
Now, after sitting there long enough to actually think about how much money he had thrown onto Ryan's name, he was beginning to question his intelligence.
He should have asked questions first.
Basic questions.
Has my husband ever won this thing before? Is he actually good at hunting? Does he know how to shoot something smaller than an enemy soldier?
Instead, Ryan had looked handsome on a horse, smiled at him once, and Eric had apparently decided that was enough evidence to gamble an entire sack of coins.
He popped another grape into his mouth and chewed irritably.
Beauty really was dangerous.
A sudden blast from the hunting horn rolled across the grounds.
Eric immediately straightened.
