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?
His fingers tighten around the face mask of his helmet before he puts it on the ground. He moves his hands to his hips, and even though I know it’s imperative for me to focus, I can’t help the way I stare a little bit before moving my eyes back to his. And those dark eyes framed by his even darker lashes look anything but happy. “I told you I’d make sure you could keep your job and that’s what I’m going to do.”
“Okay, but—” I try to tell him that I quit, that this is pointless, but he talks over me.
“I hope you’re doing well and I appreciate you coming here, but I know what I’m doing.” He cracks his glove-covered knuckles and looks over my head as Jack starts announcing the players before him. “I was prepared for the fallout, but I’m not going to let that affect your job. You made it clear it’s the only thing that matters to you. I won’t be the reason you lose that too.”
He can’t keep the bitterness out of his words or his face when he talks about my job. And my heart aches that I made him feel like he wasn’t as important as a stupid job. But even though I feel terrible, I can’t help but be annoyed that he thinks I need to be rescued. So I latch on to that thread of irritation and hold on to it for dear life.
“Stop talking.” I cover his mouth with my hand. “I quit. Mahler’s a jackass and you were right about everything. I’m not here just to tell you not to stand, I’m here to prove that you don’t have to do this alone.
“You’re always so concerned about taking care of everyone else that you never let anyone take care of you. And I understand if you never want to see me again. I get it. But I’m not going away until I prove to you just how important you are to me. To everyone.” I hold up my nearly empty roll of tape. “All I had to do was show your teammates the things you’ve shown me. Every single one of them was proud to have your back. They’re all going out there to kneel with you, to cover their emblems until the League is forced to make a change and all men”—I drop my voice so only he can hear me—“men like your father, get what’s owed to them.”
I take my hand off his mouth, but I still don’t give him the opportunity to speak.