Big Deck by Blake Wilder

Declan
I have a big appetite for beautiful things—art, jewels, stuff like that. Even when they belong to someone else. I call it “reappropriating ill-gotten wealth.” The FBI calls it stealing. They don’t seem to care that I only take stuff from douchebags. Or that I give most of it away. But I’m going straight now. I got a huge reduction on my sentence for helping the feds with some high-profile cases. I just have to toe the line for a couple of years and I’m scott free.

Then I sit down at a poker table across from her…

Olivia
I’ve always been drawn to men with big decks. Especially when they know how to use them. Yes, I’m talking about poker. I grew up in Vegas and I have a little, um, problem. Gambling is my kryptonite. I went cold turkey and got out of Sin City seven years ago, but now I’m in town because my mom’s ex-husband stole a painting from her. I’m going to get it back and I have the perfect plan. Until I take an especially risky gamble. And lose. Now I owe Declan Black and he wants…me.

Fate has just dealt me a very interesting hand.