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by Rachel Van Dyken




  PRAISE FOR RACHEL VAN DYKEN

  “The Consequence of Loving Colton is a must-read friends-to-lovers story that’s as passionate and sexy as it is hilarious!”

  —Melissa Foster, New York Times bestselling author

  “Just when you think Van Dyken can’t possibly get any better, she goes and delivers The Consequence of Loving Colton. Full of longing and breathless moments, this is what romance is about.”

  —Lauren Layne, USA Today bestselling author

  “The tension between Milo and Colton made this story impossible to put down. Quick, sexy, witty—easily one of my favorite books from Rachel Van Dyken.”

  —R.S. Grey, USA Today bestselling author

  “Hot, funny . . . will leave you wishing you could get marked by one of the immortals!”

  —Molly McAdams, New York Times bestselling author, on The Dark Ones

  “Laugh-out-loud fun! Rachel Van Dyken is on my auto-buy list.”

  —Jill Shalvis, New York Times bestselling author, on The Wager

  “The Dare is a laugh-out-loud read that I could not put down. Brilliant. Just brilliant.”

  —Cathryn Fox, New York Times bestselling author

  ALSO BY #1 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR RACHEL VAN DYKEN

  The Players Game Series

  Fraternize

  Infraction

  The Consequence Series

  The Consequence of Loving Colton

  The Consequence of Revenge

  The Consequence of Seduction

  The Consequence of Rejection

  The Wingmen Inc. Series

  The Matchmaker’s Playbook

  The Matchmaker’s Replacement

  Curious Liaisons Series

  Cheater

  Cheater’s Regret

  The Bet Series

  The Bet

  The Wager

  The Dare

  The Ruin Series

  Ruin

  Toxic

  Fearless

  Shame

  The Eagle Elite Series

  Elite

  Elect

  Enamor

  Entice

  Elicit

  Bang Bang

  Enforce

  Ember

  Elude

  Empire

  The Seaside Series

  Tear

  Pull

  Shatter

  Forever

  Fall

  Eternal

  Strung

  Capture

  The Renwick House Series

  The Ugly Duckling Debutante

  The Seduction of Sebastian St. James

  An Unlikely Alliance

  The Redemption of Lord Rawlings

  The Devil Duke Takes a Bride

  The London Fairy Tales Series

  Upon a Midnight Dream

  Whispered Music

  The Wolf’s Pursuit

  When Ash Falls

  The Seasons of Paleo Series

  Savage Winter

  Feral Spring

  The Wallflower Series (with Leah Sanders)

  Waltzing with the Wallflower

  Beguiling Bridget

  Taming Wilde

  The Dark Ones Saga

  The Dark Ones

  Untouchable Darkness

  Dark Surrender

  Stand-Alones

  Hurt: A Collection (with Kristin Vayden and Elyse Faber)

  Rip

  Compromising Kessen

  Every Girl Does It

  The Parting Gift (with Leah Sanders)

  Divine Uprising

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

  Text copyright © 2018 by Rachel Van Dyken

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.

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  ISBN-13: 9781503954373

  ISBN-10: 1503954374

  Cover design by Letitia Hasser

  To Red Bull—the green can—without you, this book would not be possible. And to anyone who’s ever been cheated on and imagined your own special kind of revenge—this one’s for you!

  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty B

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Chapter Forty

  Chapter Forty-One

  Chapter Forty-Two

  Chapter Forty-Three

  Chapter Forty-Four

  Chapter Forty-Five

  Chapter Forty-Six

  Chapter Forty-Seven

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Prologue

  BLAIRE

  This was not how I pictured my life going.

  Not even a little bit.

  A rat scurried by.

  I held my breath and closed my eyes.

  The smell of sewer burned my nostrils and made me cringe when I thought about how much money I’d spent on my lululemon yoga pants. Yeah, these stains weren’t coming out any time soon.

  I was the adult version of Dora the Explorer, crawling through the sewers of downtown LA like I was searching for fabled alligators.

  When I was a little girl I wanted to be a princess, so like I said, not how I pictured my life.

  I tried to stop myself from gagging as something that looked like dirty toilet paper floated past. I grunted and kept stumbling through the dark tunnel.

  I hadn’t been close to my parents.

  Their deaths left this giant gaping hole in my heart where I knew something was supposed to fit, but nothing ever did. My brother poured himself into sports—and I poured myself into this idyllic little fantasy that I would be the mom I never had.

  It seemed like a good idea. Marry well. Be the mom I’d been denied. The mom I’d always wanted. One who’d make casseroles on Mondays, pot roast on Sundays, have a white picket fence—that was the dream. Or maybe the dream was just to be loved.

  The sound of cars above me had me panicking, one earthquake and I’d go splat beneath a semi hauling fish.

  Because that was the type of luck I had.

  I checked the text message again and used the flashlight on my phone to peer up at the ladder
leading to the street.

  Isla: Downtown. Eleven p.m. Shaggy’s Steakhouse. Alleyway

  “Bingo,” I whispered and quickly plugged in my fiber-optic camera. God bless iPhones and all the little gadgets that come with them. As quietly as possible, I climbed the ladder and shoved the camera up through the gritty metal hole.

  “Come to Mama,” I whispered as my adrenaline spiked.

  Isla said she’d lure him out of the restaurant with the promise of a quickie, and the cheating idiot—the one who really needed to learn how to shop in his own garage, if you get my meaning—was clearly all over it. What was it with men who thought that money made up for their overactive sweat glands and jowls the size of my ass?

  “God, you’re a beautiful woman,” the lying, cheating bastard crooned in a gravelly voice that reminded me of those antismoking commercials. My face twisted with disgust while I recorded. The angle was perfect, and the streetlights may as well have been spotlights on his eager face.

  “Awww.” My best friend and business partner shrugged a shoulder and forced a laugh. She tugged down the front of her dress, and the cheater took one look at her breasts and made a choking noise. Apparently he had an overactive salivary gland too. “You’re such a nice guy. How are you not married?”

  “Just haven’t found the right woman, I suppose.” He toyed with the black material near her right nipple, flicking it with his swollen and heavily ringed pointer finger. I kept myself from throwing up.

  “Is that so?” She leaned in. “How is that even possible?”

  “No idea.” He leaned in.

  Oh, honey, I appreciate the dedication but he probably tastes like an ashtray. Don’t do it, don’t do it. I briefly contemplated closing my eyes so I wouldn’t have to witness any forthcoming kiss. Only a best friend would notice the slight grimace Isla made before backing up and sliding a manila envelope out of her bag and shoving it into his chest.

  “What’s this?” He chuckled at the envelope while she made a gagging noise and wiped her mouth. The guy hadn’t even kissed her, yet her body was in distress, poor thing.

  “You got it?” She looked down at the sewer cover.

  I moved the fiber-optic cable up and down in an affirmative motion.

  She smirked at him. “You’ve just been served. You’re also on camera, so say hi to your wife and the rest of the Dirty Exes, our live Facebook group. And while you’re at it, you may as well say good-bye to half of everything you own, according to the prenup you signed three years ago. But you know what? Half doesn’t seem nearly enough to put up with your shit.”

  I cackled.

  His phone buzzed.

  “Better answer that, I’m pretty sure that’s your soon-to-be-ex-wife just making sure you’re aware that she saw the live video.” She smiled triumphantly. “Oh, and nice doing business with you.”

  With great effort, I removed the sewer lid then heaved myself up the rest of the way. The cover felt like it weighed twenty-five pounds, and I nearly smashed my fingers in the name of catching another cheater. I’d do it again in a heartbeat.

  “You smell.” Isla scrunched up her nose when she waltzed over to me. “But you’re dedicated, I like it.”

  “It was the only way to get close enough,” I grumbled and made an effort to dust off my damp clothes even though I knew it was in vain. When she’d texted she’d be meeting the target, I’d been headed back to my apartment, so I was ill prepared for sewer sightseeing even though I knew it was a possibility, considering the location. Can one ever be completely prepared to do something like that? The answer is no. Just. No.

  “You bitches!” The Cheater ran toward both of us—lips curled in disgust, his eyes beady, angry little lasers, hand raised—like he was seconds away from attacking us with his cell phone.

  Instinctively, I reared back and let my fist fly. Knuckles connected with flesh, and he whimpered and went down like the loser he was.

  “Blaire!” Isla groaned. “You can’t just punch our clients’ husbands.”

  “I slipped,” I lied. “Besides, it was self-defense! He’s twice my size and he made a threat!”

  Isla just shook her head at me.

  “He charged us! With his phone! That’s not normal behavior, plus it looked like he intended to use it as a weapon.”

  I may have anger issues.

  “Who the hell are you people?” Cheater was on the ground, covering his face with his hands. Oh hell, was he crying?

  I stepped over his sad, pathetic body and grinned. “The Exes.”

  Isla looped her arm through mine and then dropped our black-and-white calling card on the ground. It was our final punch to the gut. Not only did it serve to warn our targets that we were watching . . . always watching, future clients who randomly found our cards called us based on curiosity alone. We grew our social media presence by being selective and only taking high-profile clients. Business was booming.

  “Have a good night.” I waved and shoved my phone back in my pocket.

  Isla sucked in a breath. “So, pizza?”

  “Fries,” I countered.

  “Pizza.” She narrowed her eyes like she was thinking.

  “Wine,” we said in unison.

  “Oh, looky here.” She pulled a bottle out of her giant Mary Poppins purse and waved it in front of my face like it was totally legal to drink while walking down the street.

  “You have glasses in there too?” I laughed, poking my head in her giant bag.

  She was already pulling them out.

  Of course.

  Always prepared, Isla was.

  “And a screw top.” I pointed. “Best date of my life.”

  “Isn’t it though?”

  “She’ll get more than half.” I nodded as Isla poured my red Solo cup to the rim. “You know you didn’t have to seduce him, he was well on his way to dropping trou near the dumpster.”

  “Our clients expect dedication. Yours was the sewer, mine was his mouth and body.” She scrunched up her nose. “Same thing, different locations.”

  I shuddered. “So true.”

  Isla stopped walking and lifted her cup in the air. “To another successful divorce.”

  I clinked my cup with hers. “Men. Women. People of LA, you’ve been warned: the Exes are here, so keep it in your pants—”

  “Or panties!” Isla giggled.

  I tilted my head and continued. “Or get it chopped off.” I scrunched up my nose. “Too far?”

  She hesitated and then tilted her head. “I was thinking more along the lines of running all male penises over with a car, but most are so small I was having trouble figuring out the specifics.”

  I doubled over in laughter. “Yeah, I’ll drink to that. And don’t worry, I’m sure the longer we do this the more creative your imagination will get.”

  A couple passed us by. As I watched them kiss, I ignored the pang in my heart.

  Just like I ignored the longing that came with it.

  Stupid heart.

  “You’re happy, right?” Isla asked. She was my other half. If the other half oozed sexuality and confidence. Most days I was lucky I even put on mascara and remembered to wash my hair. I was so focused on retribution, on not focusing on the past, that I was barely staying sane. I wanted to be that woman, the one who told the world where to stick it—I just didn’t know how to do it without acknowledging all the parts of myself that were still broken, still hurting. Because that meant I had to actually admit it happened, it was real, and I was alone.

  An impasse, that’s where I was at.

  “Of course!” I said loudly, realizing she was waiting for my response, and like an idiot I was peering into my wine cup like it was a Magic 8 Ball that would give me all of life’s secrets if I just stared hard enough. Her eyebrow arched, and I could tell she wasn’t convinced. I took a deep breath, forced a soft smile, and said it again. “I’m really, really happy.”

  I just had to repeat it.

  And then add in two reallys.
r />   She gave me a confident nod and wrapped her arm around me. “Good.”

  And that was it.

  Except it wasn’t.

  Because a part of me was still thinking about that couple, about the look in her eyes when he kissed her, and about the way it felt to be kissed.

  A really good kiss.

  One that stunned you into silence. One that stole your breath and made you swear that if you died in that minute, it would be okay. A kiss that made you believe that maybe, just maybe, the world wasn’t all bad.

  That maybe love existed.

  It was that kind of kiss.

  And I realized in that moment, with a jarring sense of insecurity, that I’d only ever been kissed like that once in my entire life.

  And it wasn’t my ex-husband who had done it.

  Chapter One

  BLAIRE

  I kicked my sewer-stained Nikes across the hardwood floor of my apartment and cringed as the sound of silence wrapped itself around me like an unwelcome hug. Silence had a buzzing, unhappy sound, like the fridge coming on, or the noise the light bulb in my bedroom would make. It was cold and unwelcoming.

  It was just . . . empty.

  I would have done anything to have silence that last year of my marriage, what with all the arguing. Especially on the day I walked in on my husband’s moans. Now sometimes I thought I would trade all the silence in the world for someone to come home to. And on my weakest days that even included my lying, cheating bastard of an ex.

  I wish I could say I didn’t see signs, that my heart hadn’t been well aware of his wandering eyes. I was the woman others judged when they whispered about trying to keep a husband happy . . . but how long can you do that before you lose yourself? I’d already lost so much.

  So. Damn. Much.

  We’d met when I was at my lowest, and he made me laugh. He was easy to talk to, and there was something nonthreatening about him. He reminded me of one of those loyal yellow labs, happy and easy, with absolutely no flight risk. He didn’t challenge me in a way that pushed me out of my comfort zone, and I’d been so lost, so sad, that I clung to him like a well-worn sweater and told myself that that nice warm feeling was love. So when the sweater unraveled, when the strings pulled apart, I was left naked, exposed, and completely lost all over again.

  My heart cracked even more as memories flooded. Memories of him, memories of the little bundle in my arms. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t truly mine, or the circumstances surrounding his arrival.

 

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