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 know you’re good at your job. Damn good, according to the pictures I’ve seen and everything Brynn told me about the event I wasn’t invited to.” She cuts me with a fierce side-eye and I zip my lips closed. “What I’m saying is that Mahler could’ve found another person to put together this event, one who would not be put in a terrible position. Him making you do this—yes, making you—says a lot about him,” she says when I open my mouth. “He is the owner of the organization you work for. He may have asked, but you know damn well you couldn’t have said no.”
“I guess you’re right.” I hang my head, hating just how right she is. But, if I ever decide to have kids, I’m so coming to her for lecture lessons.
“Of course I am.” She raises an eyebrow like she can’t believe I had the audacity to ever doubt her. “Now, the question is, what are you going to pick? It’s not just your relationship with Q, it’s your relationships period. Are you going to put a job that is slowly sucking away your soul over the relationships in your life? It’s up to you, but you need to make this decision soon. The longer it goes on, the more damage it will cause.”
It sounds like such an easy decision when she puts it like that, but she’s missing one giant piece to this puzzle. My dad. This job feels like my last tangible link to my dad. Every time I walk through the doors of the Mustangs building, I feel like he’s right next to me, taking it all in with me. And if I quit, I lose that. And I’m not sure I’m ready to throw it away.
Fuck.
Being an adult sucks.
Thirty-one
After talking with Vonnie, I decided that she was right . . . but also wrong.
Yes, I do need to make a decision, but what’s the rush? It’s nearing the end of November, but the event isn’t until January. That gives me at least another month to weigh things out and choose what’s actually right for me and not just base it on emotions.
And since Quinton asked me out on a date—like a real one, not at his house—I’ll be even more well-informed before I pick.
“No,” Liv says. “I refuse to let you wear leggings on your first date with Quinton fucking Howard.”