The Bet by Rachel van Dyken Read Free Book Online Page B

throwing him under the bus. But the point was his grandma loved Kacey. If she knew they were tricking her to get her to feel better and to make her believe that Jake was more responsible than she gave him credit for…
    Then, well, he wasn’t sure it would be a pretty sight. After all, Grandma had once had done a stint in the CIA, though he was the only family member who had actually pried the information from the old bat.
    “She won’t find out,” Travis confirmed. Because if she does, I’d hate to be my brother .

Chapter Nine
    Kacey hopped out of the truck and looked up at the giant house. It was exactly as she remembered. A colonial-style home set very neatly across a few acres overlooking the Columbia River. Nothing had really changed, other than the paint that seemed fresher than she remembered. A dark blue outlined the windows, and a pristine white shone off the bulk of the house. Attached was a seven-car garage, pool house, and a playhouse that was bigger than Kacey’s entire apartment.
    “Ready?” Travis asked, coming up beside her.
    Taking a deep breath, she looked at the house one more time before nodding. “Off to war we go.”
    “Keep your gun in your pants,” Travis mumbled, setting Kacey to laughter just as the door swung open.
    “As I live and breathe! Kacey! Oh sweet girl, you take my breath away!” Wescott Titus wrapped her in his giant arms and kissed her across the forehead. At a towering six feet-four inches, it was like getting wrapped in a hug rather than receiving one.
    “Kacey? Is that Kacey?” A feminine voice shouted from behind Wescott.
    “Hey, Mrs. Titus!” Kacey reached for a hug from the lady but was scolded.
    “Now, you know I’ve told you to call me Bets!”
    Bets was Jake’s mom’s nickname. When Kacey was young she’d had a hard time pronouncing Betsey for some reason, so she just called her Bets. But at the ripe old age of twenty-two, she wasn’t sure if that was still allowed.
    With a warm smile, Kacey embraced Bets. “I’ve missed you.”
    And she had. Desperately.
    Bets’s warm hand enclosed Kacey’s. She led her to the couch and began chattering about Jake.
    “We just knew you two would end up together one day! Didn’t I tell you, Wescott?” She giggled and reached for her iced tea, her long red fingernails clanging against the cool glass. “Now, honey, we know that you and Jake are trying to be private about things, but… well, we would love it if you got married here!”
    Kacey felt panic tighten her chest. “We would love to!” She looked to Travis for help, but his eyes had taken on that darkened hue that said he’d murder anyone who breathed in his direction. “But, you see, the thing is… We aren’t sure we’re going to get married locally. We both work so hard, and we thought maybe of just going to Vegas or something.”
    “Vegas?” both parents asked. They shook their heads in unison and laughed.
    “Oh honey, I forgot about your sense of humor! Why the rush? Why get married in Vegas, that is unless…” Bets looked at Kacey, her eyes squinting. Oh God. Oh no, was she thinking…
    “You’re pregnant!” she shouted, nearly dropping her tea to the floor! “Oh my heavens! Oh dear me. Oh, Grandma’s going to be so delighted!”
    “I’m not—” Kacey argued.
    “—She’s not telling anyone yet,” Travis interrupted with a devilish smirk. “You know, the media and all that.”
    “Oh, oh, oh!” Bets scurried around the room until she finally stopped in front of a few shelves. “Oh honey, don’t you remember when you and Jake used to play house? And Travis…” Bets looked at Travis and pointed. “…Didn’t you play with them? Because they needed an extra person to stand in for the…”
    “Dog.” Kacey smiled at Travis and stifled a giggle. “He was our dog when we played house.”
    “Oh, how nice.” Bets winked at Travis and returned to digging out scrapbooks. “I’m sure I have some pictures we can use for the