Petty?

Yes.

A win-win for her?

Fuck yes.

Okay, multiple orgasms was pushing it, but at least one good toe-curling, forget-your-own-name climax that would have her seeing T-Rexes in confetti-covered party dresses was definitely what she needed. Was that really asking too much after this wedding week hell?

Maybe, but fuck it. She was doing it anyway. Sometimes revenge came with orgasms. That was the beauty of it.

Fucking Kade St. James—Jackie’s most hated guest—was the perfect way to get back at her sister.

Crossing her fingers behind her back, she sent up a quick prayer to the patron saint of revenge orgasms and made her way over to Mr. Tall, Hot, and Completely Hated By Her Sister. She reached up—way up—and tapped on the shoulder before she could lose her nerve.

Kade turned around and smiled. The way his grin was higher on one side than the other sent a wave of desire through her warm enough that she started fanning herself with a crushed tissue flower before she realized what she was doing.

He discombobulated her. It was her only excuse for what happened next. If she would have been herself—a grown-ass woman in her early thirties, a respected paleontologist, a human who could name every one of the bones of the one-hundred-and-twenty-two-foot-long Titanosaur at the American Museum of Natural History—the question would never have tumbled out of her mouth quite like it did right as the DJ decided to take a break.

“So,” she said, her voice loud enough to be heard over the eighties synth-pop music that was no longer playing. “You want to get out of here and have a no-strings-attached, hate-the-bridezilla fuck?”

There were four whole beats of silence, and then every camera in the room that was livestreaming the party focused on Thea.

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Acknowledgments

Acknowledgments

I know all of the readers have been waiting (sorta) patiently on this one. Thank you so much for caring about the Beckett cousins and trying to figure out what that final present from Grandma Betty would be. I hope Nash’s story hit all the high notes for you. A huge thank you to Liz, Lydia, Jessica M. and the entire Entangled team for sticking with what was beginning to feel like a cursed book. I’d share my Oreos with y’all any day. As always, I couldn’t do this without my family. Thank you!!!

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