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Chapters (48)
  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?

“Diet Coke was the hardest thing for me to give up, but you can do it. If you want, I can send you the list of affirmations I told myself while I was quitting.” She pulls out her phone and starts scrolling before I answer, but honestly, I’m not sure I could say no to this offer no matter what. Now that I know such a list exists, I need to know what anti–diet soda affirmations consist of.

Brynn shakes her head vigorously behind Greer, mouthing, “Don’t encourage her.”

This only makes me more interested in what she’s selling.

“Thanks, I can’t wait to see it,” I tell her with complete sincerity. Brynn’s consequent glare is merely the icing on the sugarless, organic cake.

Jack’s—he’s the announcer—voice has slightly less impact behind the glass wall of the suite as his voice drawls out through the stadium. They’re introducing defense this week, so while the Lamar boys are chomping at the bit to see their dad, and Brynn is drooling to get a close-up of Maxwell, I stay inside to load up my plate with chips and guac and top off my drink.

Marie would be pissed if she saw me now, taking my time on snacks and ignoring the entrance I rushed her through the concessions to watch.

I do make sure to hurry out in time for the national anthem. Purely for work reasons.

Obviously.

Since his launch, Quinton has donated to a total of eight charities. He has given millions of dollars to these charities, but beyond that, he has introduced them to the public in a way that wouldn’t have happened without him. He has opened up possibilities that they could’ve only dreamt of before. It’s been amazing to witness. The foundation is doing what he and I wanted it to, but he’s still taking a knee on the field and covering up the logo on his jersey.

I have set up hundreds of interviews and press conferences—that is only a slight exaggeration; I’m on a first-name basis with all the local news stations—for him to discuss his stance. He has spoken out many times about why he’s doing what he’s doing and he’s putting a (not so) small fortune behind his actions, but that hasn’t stopped people from trying to change the narrative.

Or, more accurately, it hasn’t stopped people from going out of their way to deliberately misconstrue his mission. And the biggest culprit of this is still Glenn Chandler.