30
GAVIN
“I’m cashing out,” I declared to the party.
Strangers at the poker table groaned in relief. My friends began to protest, but I held my hand up to stop them.
“I’m up fifty thousand for the night. I have never had a winning streak like this in my life. I know when to bow out.” I pushed my chips toward the dealer. “Color me up.”
Alcohol and good luck coursed through my veins. I’d won more hands than I’d lost at poker. Something that never happened with my friends. Either Sam was feeding me cards or luck had truly been on my side tonight. I wouldn’t put it past them to have rigged the game so that I won at my bachelor party. But I wasn’t stupid enough to let the game fall out of my hands. I could barely see straight. The cards weren’t going to get any better when I was seeing dou
