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?
“Told you my persuasive emails were a surefire thing.” I resist the urge to shimmy in my seat, the embarrassments of today’s meeting still too fresh in my mind to add another one.
“You did.” He slides the notebook across the table so I can enter in all of the details to my foundation spreadsheet. What? I like a spreadsheet! “Between you and the balloons, we’re sure to raise a ton of money.”
“You’ve never said a more accurate statement in your entire—” I stop talking. Rereading the list of board members, there’s one name that is glaringly missing. “Is this everyone?”
He pulls the notebook back. “Yeah.” His eyebrows furrow as he tries to figure out what has me so confused. “Why? Am I missing someone?”
“Why isn’t your dad going to be on the board?” When I didn’t see him on the list of potential members, I assumed it was just because he was a shoo-in, not that he wasn’t being considered at all. “The optics of having you both work together, generations of players fighting for equality and the fair treatment of players who have been forgotten, is really important. Not having your dad involved is going to cause problems. Somebody will twist that into him not supporting you.”
I don’t know what part of what I said has pissed him off, but the guy I thought was just starting to warm up to having me around has reverted back to the asshole I first met at HERS.
“Then I guess they’re going to talk because he’s not going to be on the board.” He glares at me and makes no effort to hide his distaste.
But you know what? Fucking same! I’m not here because I need a new friend. I’m here to do my job. And I’m not going to let him sabotage all of the work we’ve done together. And keeping up with his mood swings is giving me whiplash.
As much as I want to say I can’t stand him, spending time with him has softened my resolve. He’s intense in a way that I respect and admire, like he’s the kind of friend who will push you out of your comfort zone because he sees your true potential. I hate to admit it, but that’s something I’m missing in my life. I love my friends, but after all they’ve seen me go through, they ache to see me comfortable. Quinton is forcing me to be better. And I thought I was doing the same for him.