Sorry, Chasin. You’ve got nice legs and Django wouldn’t mind seeing more of them… before wrapping them around his waist.

The thing about their games was that, for the most part, they both win. Oh, someone walked away with heavier pockets than the other, but this little wager would leave them both satisfied in one way, if not another.

Django grinned and took the offered hand to shake on their bet. “I’ll even finish my other job first to give you a head start. You know, to make it fair.”