Chapters (48)
- Cover
- PRAISE FOR ALEXA MARTIN’S PLAYBOOK SERIES
- Titles by Alexa Martin
- Dedication
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- Prologue
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- Thirty-four
- Thirty-five
- Thirty-six
- Thirty-seven
- Thirty-eight
- Epilogue
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- About the Author
- What’s next onyour reading list?
I watch him as he walks into my living room and falls onto my couch. “That’s because it wasn’t on the calendar.” He spreads his arms across the top of my couch and his wingspan almost covers the entire length of it. “You said you have Halloween traditions and I have none, so I figured you could show me yours.”
Holy.
Freaking.
Hell.
I might cry.
I forgot I even told him I was dreading Halloween. He not only remembered, but he’s making sure I’m not going to be alone?
Oh yeah.
I’m for sure going to cry.
“You didn’t need to do this.” I forget about my appearance, lost in his kindness.
“I know I don’t have to. I want to. Really. I’ve never really done the Halloween thing because my mom said it was the devil’s holiday, so I’m excited to see what all the hype is about.” He pushes off of my couch and comes to stand in front of me. “So are you going to get ready or am I going to have to figure it out on my own?”
“Oh man.” A smile I didn’t think would be possible today tugs on the corner of my mouth. “I hope you know what you’re in for.”
“With you, I’m not sure I ever know.” He grabs me by the shoulders and turns me so I’m facing the hallway to my bedroom. “Hurry, we’re losing sunlight.”
—
THE FIRST THING I see when I walk into his house are two giant pumpkins decorating his normally empty kitchen island.
“You got pumpkins?”
“Yeah,” he says as he walks in behind me. “Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do for Halloween? I got pumpkins, those carving books, and this drill the woman at Target said was a must-have.”
Okay.
I know that I’ve covered the gamut when it comes to my feelings toward Quinton. I’ve hated him and wanted to kiss him—and was, admittedly, pretty bummed when he rejected me on that. But after this, if all I ever get to do is call Quinton a friend, I will take that and feel damn lucky to do so. Because this might be the nicest thing a person has ever done for me.
“You have no idea how much this means to me.” I don’t try to hide how my voice wavers. I’m a freaking emotional live wire right now, and I don’t have it in me to pretend I’m not. “I was having a really hard day and this just made it so much better.”
“Then it’s all worth it.” He squeezes my shoulder, letting his fingers linger before he lifts his chin and nods toward the kitchen. “Now, show me how to carve a pumpkin so I can beat you on my first-ever try.”