"Clover is my pot of gold and I want to be her rainbow."My friends call me a lucky bastard.Tourists call me The Lucky Irishman. Things always seem to go my way. After a night of drinking with my brother, we make a bet. A bet that favors me.He doesn't seem to think I can stay with one woman for an entire week.Just because I never have, doesn't mean I can't.We raise the stakes. If I win, I get the land he owns in the Wicklow Mountains.And that land...