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?
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Liv cuts me off. “I know you love a good rant, but I think you forgot that I don’t actually care about the Mustangs. I just wanted to talk about his pretty face and white spandex pants.”
“This is why I didn’t invite you to the game.”
At least Marie will pretend to care about football.
“And this entire ‘the Mustangs turn me into a ranting lunatic’ is the reason I would’ve said no even if you did ask.”
“Fair point.”
I’ve known Olivia Pearson since freshman year of high school. I don’t know if it was because my dad thought nuns could replace the missing female presence in my life, but he sent me to an all-girls Catholic school when I was in kindergarten and kept me there until high school. It was fine. I definitely didn’t hate it. Still to this day, I have a soft spot for plaid pleated skirts and cable-knit tights—it’s probably the only reason I joined the field hockey team too. But I wanted to have the full “what you see on TV” high school experience. Mainly, I wanted Friday Night Lights. And lucky for me, so did my dad. He played hardball, but I promised straight A’s and he gave in. But the luckiest part for me was that Liv was assigned the seat next to me in my first period class and had an affinity for the spoken word. And since I really like to listen, we decided we’d be best friends.
She still likes to talk.
“So, since this is a work lunch, does that mean they are going to pay? HERS has really good cocktails, you should order a few of those bad boys.”
I almost don’t see the light turning red with how hard I roll my eyes. “I’m not sure if you caught the part where I told you my job is literally hanging by a thread, but I think getting trashed when I’m supposed to be wrangling a grown-ass man is probably a bad idea.”
“Well, I get off in a couple hours, want me to meet you there?”
“Doesn’t that mean you should be working now? Don’t you work on commission?”
Liv has had her job at Nordstrom since we graduated from high school. She’s the most stylish person I’ve ever met. Which is why her fashion blog has taken off the way it has. She doesn’t need her day job anymore, but she loves her clients . . . and I love her discount. She’s a true freaking friend.
“Eh.” I can picture her tossing her perfectly highlighted mane over her shoulder. “I had a huge sale this morning. I’m in the back going through inventory now. But yes to drinks, right?”