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?
Huh? Look at that. I guess me being nice to him is the one thing that can knock him off balance. I’ll have to remember that.
“Have you been practicing what you’re going to say at the launch?”
I wanted to prepare a speech for him, but he won’t let me. He’s okay with it for press conferences, but he wants what he says at the event to be all him. Which I get.
A thing I’ve learned about Quinton by observing him these last few weeks is that he’s quietly very smart and dedicated, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s been practicing in front of mirrors. He’s always writing something down in his notebook or on his phone. He’s able to come to meetings in my office hours after the cars have left the player’s parking lot because he’s studying film. But when reporters talk to him and ask about something other than the stance he’s taking, he never really takes credit for what he does. When he throws a great pass? It was all the receiver for running a perfect route. No interceptions? The offensive line blocked for him all night.
It’s actually really admirable. But I’ve already complimented him once and I will NOT do it again.
I refuse.
“No . . . I mean, yeah, I have been practicing, but it wasn’t that. That was just from yes—” He waves a dismissive hand through the air and clears his throat. “Uh, never mind. No, it wasn’t planned.”
“Well, it was good.” I’m curious about what he was going to say, but decide not to push it. “Hopefully she’ll remember it after you scrambled her brain cells before we left.”
I laugh remembering the dazed expression on Jen’s face, but when I glance at Quinton, he’s staring at me with a blank look.
“Scrambled her brain cells? What are you talking about?”
“You know.” I shrug. “When you hugged her all tight and it looked like her head was going to explode all over the place.”
“You hugged her first.” His voice takes on a hard edge. “Why was it wrong when I did it?”
“Whoa there, killer.” I raise my hands up in surrender. Not sure how me trying to be nice to him got us here. “I didn’t say it was wrong. Just that, well, you’re you. A hug coming from you is a lot different than one from me.”
“What does that even mean? I was just being nice.”
Looks like being nice is backfiring for both of us.