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  1. Cover
  2. PRAISE FOR ALEXA MARTIN’S PLAYBOOK SERIES
  3. Titles by Alexa Martin
  4. Dedication
  5. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  6. Prologue
  7. One
  8. Two
  9. Three
  10. Four
  11. Five
  12. Six
  13. Seven
  14. Eight
  15. Nine
  16. Ten
  17. Eleven
  18. Twelve
  19. Thirteen
  20. Fourteen
  21. Fifteen
  22. Sixteen
  23. Seventeen
  24. Eighteen
  25. Nineteen
  26. Twenty
  27. Twenty-one
  28. Twenty-two
  29. Twenty-three
  30. Twenty-four
  31. Twenty-five
  32. Twenty-six
  33. Twenty-seven
  34. Twenty-eight
  35. Twenty-nine
  36. Thirty
  37. Thirty-one
  38. Thirty-two
  39. Thirty-three
  40. Thirty-four
  41. Thirty-five
  42. Thirty-six
  43. Thirty-seven
  44. Thirty-eight
  45. Epilogue
  46. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  47. About the Author
  48. What’s next onyour reading list?

I shrug. I don’t like to cry, but I feel like tears in that circumstance were called for. “Well, yeah. Wouldn’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah, sure.” She waves me off, which I think is kind of rude, but when I look around the table and everyone is sitting up straighter and nodding along with Detective Sterling over here, I realize I’m the only one not following her. “So you’re telling us that you had a full meltdown in front of Q about your dad with the neighbor who was like your grandma. And, instead of running or pretending he didn’t hear any of it—which he could’ve done because you didn’t realize he was there—he invited her to his exclusive event, blew off donors to make her feel comfortable, and placed her at the VIP table. All because why? He doesn’t like you?” She jumps out of her chair looking like a freaking superhero with one arm raised to the sky before slamming it on the table and pointing an accusing finger at me. “Ha! I knew I was right! He’s so into you!”

“Okay then, super sleuth.” I place both elbows on the table. “If that’s the case, then why has he rejected me not once”—I hold up my index finger—“but twice?” I ask, adding my middle finger.

“Looks like we have a mystery on our hands.” She rubs her palms together. “And do you know what that means?”

I don’t.

I have absolutely no freaking clue where the hell she is going with this. But apparently Vonnie and Poppy do.

“Oh fuck. I knew I was going to live to regret that,” Vonnie groans.

Poppy on the other hand, well, she’s clapping and her belly is bouncing in beat with her hair. “Ace is at his friend’s house doing homework and TK took Posie to her swim class, so the whiteboard is free.”

“The whiteboard?” Liv asks the question for me and Marie.

“Yes, my beautiful friends,” Brynn says. “The whiteboard solves all.”

Poppy grabs her purse off the chair and tosses it on her shoulder before leveling us all with a stare that I’m sure makes her children wither. “Snap snap! What are you waiting for? We have to get to my house and stake our claim before the rest of my motley crew tries to take it over.”

I stand up and start following her, doing whatever it takes to avoid being yelled at and making a pregnant lady angry.

And I do it while silencing the buzzing in my purse by sending a call straight to voicemail . . . again.

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