Stealing millions from a Vegas casino was he last chance to earn her back. Drew only wanted to be the man that Maya deserved him to be and if he could just prove that he was capable of taking care of her, maybe he would win his way back into her heart and be a modern day Robin Hood in the process. Drew was a warm gooey center, covered in rock hard trauma and decorated with boyish, puppy dog charm and a sense of confidence that bordered on entitlement. If Maya hadn't known his childhood story and all the hurt that was stored there, she might have thought he was total jackass. But, he used to be her jackass. And now, they run into each other in Las Vegas. Are they willing to bet on each other again? If you never had something to lose, was it even worth playing at all?