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?
By the time we’ve reached my car, I’m so fucking pissed I can barely keep it in.
I mean, how fucking dare he? He has no idea how or what I think. And for him to tell me that I excuse racism is full-on bullshit. He has his opinions about people and just because I don’t automatically agree with him means I’m not only wrong, but that I have some deep-seated issues I need fixed? Screw that.
I can understand that he was angry because I kept the fundraiser from him. I really can, but the things he said were not only untrue, but unfair. But he was right about one thing—I can’t be enough for anyone. I can’t fit in anywhere. No matter what I do, I seem to be inherently letting half of myself down.
At least now I know trying is pointless.
Thirty-six
If there’s one thing I’m better at than most people, it’s hiding.
Whether it’s hiding my emotions from my coworkers or dodging Liv, Marie, and a gaggle of Lady Mustangs, I’ve been successful for the last two weeks.
I just wish I could avoid Quinton too.
Even though Paul is still clueless to the depths our relationship reached, there’s no way he couldn’t notice the difference in the way Quinton and I have been communicating since our Thanksgiving drama. Instead of weekly meetings, we’ve switched to emails. And by emails, I mean I send Quinton one with important information on Wednesdays and he never responds. I send him detailed itineraries of press conferences I set up for him during the week with statements and talking points that he never uses. I didn’t realize how much he trusted me before to use the materials I sent him. Now it’s like he thinks I’m trying to sabotage him.
But even though things are different between us, I still know I don’t have to worry about him dropping the ball when it comes to his foundation. It may have been my idea in the beginning, but it is fully his now. I know how personally invested he is, I don’t have any doubt that no matter how we turned out, we created something really special that will still be doing good years from now.
I wish the same could be said about my relationship with Mahler. Having to plan this event for Glenn Chandler is slowly ruining me.