Accidental Surrogate for Alpha
That’s how she kept us supplied with pocket money and candy in the orphanage, after all.
“Yes,” I say, leaning forward a little eagerly. “Now that the boys are gone, let’s gamble away all their money,” I say, perking up myself at the idea. “Show them what they get for going off to war without us.”
“Only fair,” Henry murmurs as he shuffles and we sit, a little smile playing at his lips. “What shall the buy in be, ladies? Half a million? Each of my sons’ first-born child?”
“Why not both?” I ask, grinning.