The Billionaire's Jackpot: Betting on You Series: Book Four by Jeannette Winters

to hear about it forever. It wasn’t Lizette or Jill that concerned him. Elaine looked like she could go into labor any day, and he had already witnessed her in action when she nearly ripped Ross’s head off for what appeared to be just a misunderstanding with Jill.
    He was happy Katherine fit so perfectly into the mix. It was too bad what they had was only temporary. And that can’t change. I just hope she knows the score here. I want her to be a part of the up-coming events, but it will have to end. She is too sweet for someone like me. If only she wasn’t so fucking amazing and hot. Plenty more beautiful women in the sea, Drew. Plenty more. His head pounded with the thought. But none like her. Damn it.

Chapter Eleven
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    D rew couldn’t help be a bit disappointed in the bachelor party. Not one stripper. Trent was about to become a father and all of a sudden he worried about his reputation. “Are you sure you can stay out so late? I don’t want you to get in trouble for being out past your curfew,” he said sarcastically to Trent.
    “Enjoy it now, Drew. I believe you are next in line,” Ross added.
    Downing his beer, Drew turned his attention away from Trent and onto Ross. “I wouldn’t push your luck with me right now, Ross. I think we still have a car or lack of one for us to talk about, if I remember correctly.”
    Ross laughed loudly. “Ask Trent for his Lamborghini. He won’t be needing it now.”
    “And why the hell not?” Trent asked.
    Ross raised his hands and said, “Jill told me you and Elaine just bought a 2016 Range Rover. I figured that was the closest thing you are getting to a daddy mobile.”
    Laugher erupted amongst the men. It was good getting together, just the four of them. They spent hours talking about the old days and stories they weren’t about to share with the women. There were some things that never needed to be repeated outside that group. Times had changed so much that he couldn’t picture pulling half the shit now they had in college. How any of them kept from getting expelled was beyond him. He was the one who’d spent most of the time in the Dean’s office . . . and not to discuss his excellent grades either. That was when he’d learned money can buy you just about anything. The few things that couldn’t be bought were highly sought after: health, happiness, and true love. Two out of three isn’t bad.
    No matter the occasion, they never got together without toasting to Brad’s memory. It was fast approaching the six-year anniversary since his death, and they still weren’t sure if they were on track for fulfilling Brad’s dream.
    “Have any of you thought further about changing the direction of Take One? I know we just took it global but are we sure we’re on the right track?” Drew asked.
    “Brad’s journal hinted he had it all mapped out, but it wasn’t listed anywhere I could see,” Ross added.
    Trent shook his head as if genuinely concerned. “You read it? All of it? Do me a favor, don’t ever read anything I wrote.”
    Ross laughed. “Don’t worry. Brad didn’t lead the lifestyle you did, my friend. His entire journal was filled with places he had traveled, the many issues the people there faced, and some of the happy and sad times they shared together.” It was a somber moment as they all sat listening to Ross’s recap. “There was one piece that stood out.”
    After a long pause Jon asked, “Are you planning on sharing it since you’ve piqued our interest?”
    Ross nodded. “He spoke about a woman he met overseas. He never mentioned her name but whoever she was he spoke highly of her. She must have been doing some type of mission work or something, because they had crossed paths several times during the years he volunteered for one natural disaster after another.”
    “Details, buddy. Details,” Trent said.
    “Brad mentioned he loved her but they were on the same battles, yet in different ways. Neither of them was willing to walk