“Emerald City, second race,” Linda said, circling the horse’s name on the race card before looking up to see who Jason had picked.
“You sure about that one?” he asked, features creasing into a frown as he leaned over. His own race card lay open on his lap, jottings all along the outside margins as he checked form and history for the ‘sure thing’.
“Like you would know,” Linda huffed.
“At least I pick the way you’re meant to,” Jason said.
“You only think you do,” Linda replied, lips twisting upwards. “Tell me, when was the last time you won?”