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?
He’s watching me closely and I get the feeling that my thoughts are playing out across my face. “You know what?” I slap the table. “I think I will take you up on that offer.”
Quinton pulls his bottom lip in between his teeth. Maybe trying not to laugh. Definitely drawing unwanted attention to his mouth.
At least there’s a good chance that being trapped in the car with him will rid me of all these pleasant feelings I’m having toward him right now. Because right now I feel like it’s messing with the balance of the universe or something.
“Cool. Then are you ready to go or do you need to check on anything else?”
The fact that he thinks I’m capable of doing anything productive right now is very generous of him.
“Nope, I think I’m good.”
I look around to find Jen and spot her in the corner talking with Donny. He’s got an armful of balloons Brynn forced him to collect, and it looks like he’s hanging onto every word coming out of Jen’s mouth. And Jen isn’t just talking. No, she’s twirling her hair with one hand and touching his arm with the other. The two cornerstones of flirting. “Hey!” I whisper-yell as I elbow Quinton in the arm to see if he sees what I do. Tequila has tricked me into reading signs that weren’t there before. “Are Donny and Jen flirting or am I seeing things?”
“Oh shit.” He leans in, squinting his eyes. “I’ve never seen Donny not wildly gesturing at somebody. So maybe?”
Out of everything that happened tonight, this might be the most surprising. Well, you know, after Quinton donating his entire salary to charity.
“I was going to say bye to her, but I don’t want to ruin their moment.” I think. It is Donny she’s talking to. Maybe I owe it to her to ruin this. But Donny is loyal to a degree that’s almost impossible to find, and even though he makes me nuts, he also keeps me laughing. “No, I’ll just shoot her a text later. Let’s hit the road.”
His hand with his keys in them freezes in midair.
“Hit the road?” he repeats. “Oh god. You’re the kind of person who sings in the car, aren’t you?”
I am.
I so totally am. And I’m the kind of person who will actively try to outsing the radio. Turning up the volume only makes me sing louder.
“I guess you’ll have to wait and see because it’s too late to back out now.” I waggle my eyebrows before bending down to pick up my shoes that I took off as soon as the last guest left.