“What intel?” I ask the Lady Mustangs taking over my living room. Even Liv and Marie are sitting up straight.

“I might’ve had Maxwell invite Q over to our place for dinner.” Brynn has the decency to look a little embarrassed. “Hey, don’t look at me like that! You weren’t answering my phone calls, so I had to do what I had to do.”

“That’s fair,” I say to Brynn before aiming a glare at Liv and Marie when I hear them laughing.

“I asked him about things between you two and he was super vague.” She walks to my kitchen and sits on my stool as she pulls a bottle of whiskey out of her purse. And I’m not sure there’s a more effective way to distract me from whatever bombshell she’s about to drop. “But he said that he was worried about you losing your job, that he didn’t want to be responsible.”

I already know this since he said something along those lines before he drove away from me.

“Is that all?” I ask. “I quit yesterday, so it doesn’t matter. Not that I think anything he says to Mahler would’ve changed his mind about letting me go.”

“You what?” Vonnie grabs my arm and spins me around.

“Um, yeah. I finally realized you guys were right. Mahler is an asshole and I think I like event planning a lot more, so I quit.” I thought out of everyone, Vonnie would be the happiest to hear that I made the decision to quit, so I’m taken aback by her reaction. “Isn’t that a good thing?”

“It would be if Quinton didn’t tell the world’s slowest storyteller over there”—she glares at Brynn, who is glaring right back—“that he’s planning on not taking a knee or wearing the tape for these final games so Mahler won’t fire you,” Vonnie says.

“Why would he do that?” The room starts to spin a little and I stumble backward. “I never once told him to stand. After all of this, he’s just going to stand? That doesn’t even make sense!”

Greer takes a bite of her cupcake, oblivious to the mood in the room. “I think it’s romantic.”

“It’s not romantic! It’s stupid! Why would he risk his integrity for this? And why does he think I need him to save me?” By the looks on everyone’s faces, I’m pretty sure I’m yelling. But seriously! “Why are men like this?”

“Age-old question, girl.” Vonnie is the only one brave enough to answer.

“So,” Marie says. “What are we going to do?”

“Seriously, you can’t let him do this, especially when it won’t even help you.” Liv tells me something I already know.