Collide (Collide, #1)(26)

Gavin huffed at his statement and laughed.

“We’re playing for real money?” Emily asked.

“We sure are.” Gavin tossed two one-hundred-dollar bills on the table. “I just put in for you.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Emily replied, standing up. “I’ll just get some money from Dillon.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll get it back from him after I wipe you and Trevor out,” Gavin remarked, flashing her one of his dimpled smiles.

Trevor was too busy shuffling the cards to acknowledge Gavin’s statement, but Emily wasn’t too busy to notice Gavin’s heart-stopping smile.

She hesitantly sat back down and threw him a smile of her own. “You think you’re going to wipe me out, huh?” she laughed and gave him a questioning look.

He gazed at her with an arched brow and a wry curve of his lips. “Oh, I’m absolutely positive I will.”

Grinning, Emily leaned back in her chair, her eyes focused and steady. “We shall see, Mr. Blake.”

The way his last name slid from her tongue had Gavin trying to contain emotions that were threatening to pour from his body. He slowly licked his lips as he stared at her and dealt out the cards to each of them.

With cards in hand, drinks flowing, and Olivia and Tina as spectators, the game began. Over the next hour, both Gavin and Emily depleted Trevor of all his chips. They continuously made fun of his earlier statement about beating them both.

“Okay, okay. But just for the record, I’m pretty drunk right now; that’s why my game was off tonight,” Trevor defended himself and retreated into a lounge chair next to Olivia and Tina.

Olivia laughed and consoled her brother by doing a shot of tequila with him.

“The proverbial drank-too-much-and-played-like-an-ass excuse. Classic,” Gavin laughed.

Trevor shook his head with a defeated look molding his face. “I’m reaching far with that one, right?”

Gavin finished the last of his beer before answering. “I’d say so. But I’ve experienced the same drunken play many nights before,” he admitted, dealing another hand out to himself and Emily.

After a few minutes of studying one another’s faces for who might have the better hand, Emily cleared her throat and looked at Gavin. “I’m all in.”

She pushed her growing stack of chips into the middle of the table as a wide I-dare-you smile crept over her lips.

Gavin regarded her carefully as he drummed his fingers slowly against his empty beer bottle.

Trying to drag his gaze from hers, Gavin looked down at his cards. He was holding two Kings and one was already on the table. Leaning forward, he tilted his head to the side and smiled. “You might not want to do that, Miss Cooper.”

Emily leaned herself forward, mimicking his cockiness. It was harder than she thought as she stared into his unblinking blue eyes. “Afraid to call?”

Olivia, Tina, and Trevor watched closely for Gavin’s reply, curious expressions tight on each of their faces.

Gavin smirked and pushed his stack of chips against hers. “I hold fear at bay for a miniscule amount of things in life, but calling your bluff isn’t one of them,” he laughed and flipped over his cards. “I’d like to introduce you to my friends—Larry, Moe, and Curly.”

Olivia let out a laugh. “Oh shit, you’re in trouble now, Em. He just pulled The Three Stooges move on you.”

Emily widened her eyes in mock horror. “Hmm, I might be.” She tapped the edge of her cards. “But considering I have three Aces, I think I’m pretty good for now.”

She fanned her cards along the table as her face brightened with a huge satisfied smile.

The small group—including Gavin—hooted out in hysterical laughter. With her smile beaming ear to ear, Emily quickly yanked the three-hundred-dollar bills off the table and tucked them into her shorts. Right there in that moment, the tension in both Gavin and Emily’s shoulders—from the way their worlds collided—deflated and vanished like a ghost.

Eventually, Chris, Joe, and Dillon made their way back outside. Gavin took a few minutes to fill Dillon in on his devastating loss. Dillon laughed and shot Emily a proud smile. The group helped Gavin clean up, and everyone decided it was best to call it a night. Before the droves of guests arrived, the guys usually indulged in a very early morning fishing trip on Gavin’s boat, so sleep was definitely needed. Everyone said goodnight to one another before heading into their designated rooms.

It was well after one in the morning when Emily crawled out of bed. Dillon’s liquor-enhanced snoring was keeping her awake. Attempting to go back to sleep, she nudged him, flipped on the television, and even placed a pillow over his face in hopes of stifling the noise.

None of it worked.

Deciding that a good dose of fresh air might help bring on sleep, she quietly opened the bedroom’s French doors that led out to a balcony.

Immediately, it was as if the ocean called to her. She walked over to the edge and peered out to the distant waves tumbling onto the sand dunes. As her senses were just starting to absorb the sounds, smells and sights engulfing her, Gavin’s voice saying “hello” made her jump.

She whirled around, a curl of hair catching on her lips, and found him sitting in an Adirondack chair. “Jesus!” she let out louder than anticipated.