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?
“I mean, it’s kind of last minute, but I think that should be fine.” The cobwebs of sleep still in my voice hide the excitement.
Totally the epitome of cool. Crushed it.
“Alright, yeah. Okay. This will be fine. Yeah. It will be good.”
Now, I’m fully aware that I’m not an expert when it comes to Quinton Howard Junior, but the nerves and uncertainty as he speaks are so unlike the smug jerk I’m used to being around, that even I know something is up.
“What’s wrong with you?” I scoot up in my bed. There’s not a chance in hell I’ll be able to go back to sleep. “Why do you sound so weird?”
“Nothing. I don’t sound weird.” He says it so fast and loud I know I’m right. “It’s just that, well, Donny can be a lot. And since I did the whole knee-and-tape thing, he’s been even more . . . outspoken. I’d say he’ll be on his best behavior, but I’m not sure he has a best behavior.”
“I’m sure you’re exaggerating.” God. If he’s giving me this warning about the guy he trusts with his career, I wonder what he’s said about me? “He can’t be that bad.”
“If anything, I’m downplaying it.” He mutters something else I don’t quite catch. “Just . . . can you try to keep an eye on him? And promise you won’t quit.”
Wait. Is he anxious and kind of admitting that he needs my help? This might actually be serious.
“Or at least just wait until Wednesday to quit,” he adds on.
Annnnndddd there it is. He’s fine.
“Stop acting like I’m not equipped to spend an afternoon with your agent. I’m not a child and like I’ve told you a million times, it’s my job to handle people.” Ugh. See? This is why I shouldn’t be on the phone before coffee. I can’t have people messing with my energy this early. “I’m hanging up for real this time. Bye.”
I don’t wait for him to say anything before I end the call, but I do hear something that sounds suspiciously like laughter before it disconnects.
I can’t stand him.
—
THERE’S A KNOCK on my door three minutes after the time Quinton told me I should expect Donny to arrive.
Normally, I’m not one to be standing by the door and ready to go, but I’m going to sit in a box at the Mustangs game. I was standing at the door twenty minutes ago.