SMITTEN LAUREN ROWE CONTENTS Playlist Books by Lauren Rowe 1. Fish 2. Alessandra 3. Fish 4. Fish 5. Fish 6. Alessandra 7. Alessandra 8. Alessandra 9. Fish 10. Fish 11. Alessandra 12. Fish 13. Fish 14. Fish 15. Fish 16. Fish 17. Fish 18. Alessandra 19. Fish 20. Alessandra 21. Alessandra 22. Fish 23. Alessandra 24. Fish 25. Alessandra 26. Alessandra 27. Fish 28. Fish 29. Alessandra 30. Alessandra 31. Alessandra 32. Alessandra 33. Fish 34. Fish 35. Alessandra 36. Fish 37. Alessandra 38. Alessandra Epilogue Acknowledgments Books by Lauren Rowe Author Biography Copyright © 2020 by Lauren Rowe Published by SoCoRo Publishing Cover design © Letitia Hasser, RBA Designs All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. PLAYLIST “Buddy Holly”—Weezer “All Day and All of the Night”—The Kinks “You and Me Song”—The Wannadies “Only Love”—Ben Howard “I Don’t Want to Change You”—Damien Rice “Grow Old With Me”—Tom Odell “Baby I’m Yours”—Arctic Monkeys BOOKS BY LAUREN ROWE Standalone Novels Smitten The Reed Rivers Trilogy (to be read in order) Bad Liar Beautiful Liar Beloved Liar The Club Trilogy (to be read in order) The Club: Obsession The Club: Reclamation The Club: Redemption The Club: Culmination (A Full-Length Epilogue Book) The Josh and Kat Trilogy (to be read in order) Infatuation Revelation Consummation The Morgan Brothers (a series of related standalones): Hero Captain Ball Peen Hammer Mister Bodyguard ROCKSTAR The Misadventures Series (a series of unrelated standalones): Misadventures on the Night Shift Misadventures of a College Girl Misadventures on the Rebound Standalone Psychological Thriller/Dark Comedy Countdown to Killing Kurtis Short Stories The Secret Note ONE FISH “I know what you’re probably thinking . .” our business manager, Clive, says to Dax, Colin, and me—the three dudes of 22 Goats. It’s a sunny Saturday afternoon in downtown LA and my band is sitting across from our business manager at his desk. We don’t normally meet with Clive on Saturdays. But due to our recent tour, and the fact that Clive’s wife just had a baby, we decided to hold our regular meeting today, on a Saturday afternoon, before we three Goats head over to the home of Reed Rivers, the owner of our label, for a pre-party at his pool. Clive holds up his hand, halting any responses from the three of us. “Before you give me an answer, you should know Pepsi is offering ten million bucks, guys—and that’s for only one commercial! After taxes and my commission, you’d each clear almost two million.” “Damn,” Colin murmurs next to me, succinctly expressing my exact thoughts. Our band has turned down a lot of lucrative endorsement offers, ever since our debut single blasted to number one around the world four years ago. But we’ve never turned down anything with a payout that big before. I look at Dax—my lifelong best friend—and, instantly, know what he’s thinking: I’m not going to hawk soda, no matter the pay day. And I’m not surprised. Dax isn’t thinking that because he’s selfish, by the way. It’s never a “my way or the highway!” kind of thing with that dude. It’s just that he genuinely doesn’t give a shit about money or fame. He’s a true artist. A guy who lives to make and perform music. To share his soul. Sure, Dax appreciates fame in the sense that it expands the sphere of people coming to our shows. Also, he’s not a saint. He likes the large house he shares with his wife and kid in Malibu. He also likes that fame gives him a platform that allows him to raise funds for his favorite causes—chief among them the cancer charity founded by his wife, Violet. But the other stuff tied to fame? The way people literally worship him? The dehumanization of it? The lack of personal freedoms? He can’t stand any of that stuff. It’s true our fans sometimes get pretty amped about Colin and me, too. Mostly, Colin. But the way they treat Dax, our lead singer/guitarist, is on a whole other level than the way they react to Colin and me—our drummer and bass player, respectively. It’s like fans think Dax is a literal god among men. Which, if you know Dax at all, is the last thing in the world he’d ever want anyone to think. When Dax, Colin, and I remain silent, Clive sighs and says, “This is a lot of money, guys. I could help you invest it to ensure you’ve always got a big safety net, no matter what might happen in the future.” Aw, poor Clive. All he wants, even more than his fat commission, is to make sure we three Goats are squared away for life. Like Clive always says, he doesn’t want us blowing through our millions at age twenty-five, only to wind up penniless by thirty, or whenever the world inevitably moves on from its current obsession with our band. But money isn’t everything. That’s something I’ve learned these past few years. A guy’s got to be able to look himself in the mirror and like what he sees. And I know Dax would never, ever be happy to look in the mirror and see the face of Pepsi. Neither would I, to be honest. But I could stomach it, if necessary. But Dax? I think selling out like that would decimate a large piece of that boy’s soul. I look at my best friend, and not surprisingly, he looks a bit out of sorts, to put it mildly. But when Dax shifts his gaze to Colin, and he sees Colin’s hopeful expression, his features noticeably change. Suddenly, I’m reminded of something that happened when Dax and I were in fifth grade when this popular kid, Keegan, came over to Dax and me at our lunch table and invited Dax, but not me, to his elaborate birthday party. I remember Dax initially looking excited about Keegan’s invitation. Because, come on, Keegan Harris was the height of cool in those days. But when Dax looked at me, and saw something on my face that made him realize I hadn’t been invited along with him, his features instantly transformed. Kind of like they did, just now, looking at Colin. Without missing a beat, Dax replied to Keegan, “Sorry, I’m busy with Fish that day. Happy birthday.” And that was that. No matter what I said afterwards about not minding if Dax went to the party without me, Dax wouldn’t budge. I’m pretty sure the day of Keegan’s cool birthday party, Daxy and I skateboarded and sat on his couch playing video games. Nothing special. But Dax never mentioned the cool party he was missing or made me feel bad I’d held him back from hanging out with our school’s most popular kids. Dax looks away from Colin, his featuring broadcasting the tug of war that’s surely going on inside his head. “Wow, man. That’s a lot of money . .” “Yeah, it is,” Clive agrees. “Especially for one day of work,” Colin interjects. Dax runs his hand through his long, blonde hair and sighs. “We’d be fools to turn down that kind of money, wouldn’t we?” “I think so,” Colin says. I look at our drummer, as if to say, Really? And Colin shrugs. I shake my head. How many sports cars does Colin Beretta need? I admit I was a greedy bastard in the beginning, too. But now, I’ve got everything a man could possibly want. A nice car. A bungalow on the beach, right on the sand, that I own debt free. Every musical instrument I could ever desire in my home studio. Plus, last year, I was able to gift my mom a house in Seattle—a cool two-story with a view of Puget Sound. And Colin’s got everything he could possibly want, too! So, at this point, there’s no amount of money that’s worth making any of us feel like we’re selling our souls—especially to a goddamned soda company. Colin knows how Daxy’s soul is wired! Also, that Dax’s mom, Louise, is a health nut who banned soda in her house for her five kids, and all their friends, growing up. I look at Dax again, and it’s clear he’s feeling absolutely tortured about his decision. So, fuck it. I decide, this time, I’ll be the one who’s got Dax’s back. Leaning back in my chair, I say, “Sorry, guys. I know it’s a lot of money, but I’m just not feeling it. My vote is no.” Now it’s Colin who flashes me a look that says, Really? But I don’t care what Colin thinks this time, to be honest, because the grateful smile Dax is flashing me in this moment is everything. “Fish,” Colin says, looking annoyed. “Come on.” I look at Dax pointedly. “Do you want to do this commercial, brother?” Dax subtly shakes his head. But he says, “I will, though, if that’s what you both want to do.” His face brightens with an idea.