“I think we can manage without the whiteboard, but I might need you to call TK.” I cross the room and grab my computer. “Does he still talk to some of the other players?”

“Umm . . . yeah.” Poppy’s eyes shift around the room as she struggles to sit up straight.

“Are you going to fill us in on what’s going on in that mind of yours or are we supposed to guess?” Brynn, forever the smart-ass, asks. “The suspense is killing me.”

“I need to show Quinton how much I believe in him and what he’s fighting for.” I sit down on an empty spot on my couch, trying to work this idea out in my head. “But I think I need to show him that it’s not just me who believes in him. He’s been fighting for everybody but himself and refuses to let anyone else help him.”

“Something else you both have in common,” Marie chimes in and gets nods of agreement from everyone in the room except for me.

“Rude.” I try to glare at them, but I don’t have it in me. “Fair. But still rude.”

“Glad you’re finally seeing the light.” Vonnie leaves her post at the wall and sits on the arm of my couch. “Now what’s the plan and how can we help?”

“I need you to help me get in touch with all the Mustangs. It’s time Quinton has backup in this fight.”

Vonnie stands back up, striding across the room until she reaches her purse and pulls out her phone. “Calling Justin now.”

Obviously I know Vonnie isn’t on the best of terms with Justin, so the fact that she would do this without hesitation makes my heart burst.

“We don’t have Mustangs contacts.” Liv grabs Marie’s hand. “But we’re in for whatever crazy plan you’re dreaming up right now.”

“Always and forever,” Marie says.

God.

I thought I was alone—that I never fit in—while all along I was surrounded by the best friends a person could ask for. Even if Quinton and I never speak again, I will always be so grateful to him for waking me up to how lucky I really am. Not only did he hold my hand through one of the hardest times in my life, he introduced me to the most amazing women.

But before I go thanking him, I’m going to save him first.

“Okay.” I put my communications hat back on as my fingers hit the keys on my computer. “I’m going to draft a script of sorts for you all. If you’re on the phone, it’s just a general list of talking points to help get the players on board. I’ll also write an email that we can send out. I think an email will be the fastest, but obviously a phone call is more personal.”