“You’ve been cuddling with me all night.”

I groan, my hand finding my forehead as I lean up on one elbow. “I have?”

She laughs, nodding. “I didn’t realize you liked to be big spoon.”

My head is pounding, so I try not to laugh but fail. Glancing to the left, I spot two small pills and one of the plastic cups from the bathroom full of water. There’s a note on a napkin just next to the cup with a large circle and a small line of script in the middle of it.

I smile, remembering our conversation from last night before reaching for the pills and chasing them down with the water.

“So, you and Kip, huh?” Cassie asks. I nod, still smiling at the note. “You definitely caused quite the scene last night.”

I shrug, not really caring anymore. “Well, people will get over it. I’ll only be the topic of conversation for a few days, I’m sure.”

“Have you talked to Ex yet?”

I frown, my stomach sinking a little. “No, why? Is she okay? She seemed fine last night.”

“I’m sure she’s good,” she says, but I can tell there’s something she’s not telling me. “I just think maybe you should have told her before everyone else found out. There were a lot of eyes on her when you kissed him, too.”

Ugh, I didn’t even think about that.

“You’re right,” I groan. “I’ll talk to her after the tournament. Things have been so weird between us all semester… I just want things back to normal.”

Cassie smiles. “It’ll all work itself out, Big. Don’t worry about it today. You ready for this thing?” She throws back the covers and slowly moves over to the closet, sifting through it as I massage my temples.

“Yeah,” I say confidently, which is surprising considering how hungover I am. But, even so, my focus is locked in. I’m going to win this tournament today. No doubts, no other possibilities – I will win. “What are your plans?”

Cassie pulls a long, black and white chevron maxi dress over the light blue bikini she’s slipped on and fusses with her hair in the mirror. “I think we’re just going to lounge by the pool for most of the day since we’re at sea. There are supposed to be some fun games up on the deck and I’m sure the frat boys will make it interesting.”

I laugh. “That is a definite. You should stop by for the final round of the tournament. It’ll probably be around seven or so.”

“I love how you don’t even question if you’ll be at the final table. You just know,” she observes, her brows raised. “You’re such a bad ass, Big.”

“I’m just ready,” I correct her, smiling. “And when I’m ready, no one can take me down. No one can beat me.”

There’s a knock at our door just as Cassie finishes packing up her pool bag. She swings it open, revealing Kip in nothing but a pair of red board shorts and Ray Bans.

Cue mouth watering.

“Well, I guess I don’t need to wish you good luck then,” Little says, winking back at me before excusing herself. She smiles at Kip as she scoots past him and he gives her a slight head nod before making his way inside.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he says and my stomach flutters at his words. He holds out a can of Red Bull and I exhale a long breath.

“You’re a life saver,” I say, popping open the can and drinking half of it in one gulp. Kip eyes me, smiling.

“You ready to go?”

I pull my hoodie on and check myself in the mirror. The make-up is from last night, but I’ll be wearing sunglasses, so I’m not that worried about it. Everyone will be outside while I play today, anyway.

“Yep, let’s do this.”

We make our way to the seventh deck, making a pit stop for mimosas on our way to the casino. As we walk, Kip holds my hand in his and I can’t help but feel exhilarated at the touch. There’s no more hiding, no more games – it’s just me and him.

“You don’t need to sit in here and watch me all day,” I say, pulling him to a stop just outside the casino. “Go hang out on the deck and enjoy the weather. It’s too pretty to be stuck inside.”

He smiles, his blue eyes even brighter against his tan skin. “I want to watch you play. I promised a game of water basketball with the guys this morning but then I’m coming back and I’m all yours.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

He cuts me off. “Again, I want to. Besides, we still have tomorrow in Key West before we head back to the port.”

I nod. “Okay, but if you get bored just go outside. It’s not a big deal.”

Kip laughs. “Are you trying to get rid of me?”

“What?” I blanch. “No, I just –”

“I’m joking.” He cuts me off, pressing his lips to mine and effectively taking the breath I needed to finish the sentence. When he pulls back, he eyes me curiously for a second before asking, “What’s my lucky number?”

I scrunch my nose. “Huh?”

“The formula that your dad uses, do you know it?”

“Oh, yeah I know it.”

“Well,” he chuckles again. “What’s my lucky number?”

I smile. “When is your birthday?”

“April 6th, 1993.”

“Okay, so you do the number of the month plus the date plus the last two of the year. That would be four plus six which is ten. Then add nine, nineteen. Then three, twenty-two. Then you add those two together so two plus two is…” I falter, my eyes growing wide again as I meet his.

“Four.”

“Four,” I breathe, repeating him. “Holy crap, maybe that’s why it worked at Roulette. Maybe four is luckier for you than it is for me.”

“What happened to me being your good luck charm?”

I laugh. “Well, it’s all messed up now! I think you’re stealing my luck!” I shove him away and hold up my two index fingers in an “X”. “Stay back, luck-stealer.”

Kip bites his lip, smiling as he pulls me close to him again. “What if I’m giving you my luck? Ever think of it that way?” I swallow hard, my head going fuzzy with his body pressed against mine. “Maybe I should give you my luck all night tonight and every night from now until the tournament in May. You know, just in case.” He licks his lips, his eyes challenging as I try desperately to swallow again but find nothing left to do it.

An announcement calling all tournament entries rings out from the casino, breaking my trance. I lift up on my toes to kiss Kip one last time. “Well if that’s the way it works, you better wish me luck before I head in.”

He smiles against my lips and pulls me in closer, his tongue snaking its way inside my mouth. Kip kisses me hard, his hands in my hair and mine shaking against the bare flesh of his abdomen as his tongue works with mine. When he pulls back, I’m breathless, my head no longer focused on a card game.

“Feeling lucky?” He asks, grinning.

“Among other things.”

Kip laughs, pecking me once more before freeing me from his grasp. “Go kick their asses so we can celebrate tonight.”

“Deal.” I wink before turning toward the casino.

“And don’t cheat our lucky number! Have faith in it!” He calls after me. I look back and smile, offering a small wave as my stomach flips. I hate to admit it, I never get this way over a guy, but I’m totally swooning. Because he just said our lucky number. Not mine, not his – ours.

I really love the sound of that.

I just went all in on a pair of fours. At the final table. With only one other person left.

I think I’m officially crazy.

My eyes find Kip in the crowd and I smile, trying to appear confident even though I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little worried. He’s standing with all the girls, Bear, and Adam. They’re the only ones who showed up for the final table, but really the only ones I care about being there, anyway.

My palms are sweating, so I wipe them gently along the outside stitch of my jeans. I shouldn’t be taking this risk, but when I was dealt the pair, I couldn’t help but hear Kip’s words in my ear.