Chapter 95

“Now, that’s the pot calling the kettle black,” Angela countered, green eyes glittering. “Sebastian is the compulsive gambler here, Ian. But he’s grown bored with betting for money. So he’s upped the stakes to sex and sin. Next thing you know, he’ll be wanting to play strip-Jack-naked with me right here in the stand.”

“Er—sounds fascinating, folks, but you’ll have to excuse me for a moment. I happen to still like betting for money and there’s a horse I want to bet on in the next race.”

“Good luck!” Angela trilled after him as he hurried off.

“You too, honey,” he called back over his shoulder with one last leer at her chest. “Don’t go away, now. I’ll be back!”

Sebastian decided then and there that he could not tolerate any more of this type of banter—or encounter—this afternoon. Not in public, anyway. None of their horses were running today. There was no compelling reason for them to stay. But there were compelling reasons to go. Aside from his almost cripplin