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  1. Cover
  2. PRAISE FOR ALEXA MARTIN’S PLAYBOOK SERIES
  3. Titles by Alexa Martin
  4. Dedication
  5. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  6. Prologue
  7. One
  8. Two
  9. Three
  10. Four
  11. Five
  12. Six
  13. Seven
  14. Eight
  15. Nine
  16. Ten
  17. Eleven
  18. Twelve
  19. Thirteen
  20. Fourteen
  21. Fifteen
  22. Sixteen
  23. Seventeen
  24. Eighteen
  25. Nineteen
  26. Twenty
  27. Twenty-one
  28. Twenty-two
  29. Twenty-three
  30. Twenty-four
  31. Twenty-five
  32. Twenty-six
  33. Twenty-seven
  34. Twenty-eight
  35. Twenty-nine
  36. Thirty
  37. Thirty-one
  38. Thirty-two
  39. Thirty-three
  40. Thirty-four
  41. Thirty-five
  42. Thirty-six
  43. Thirty-seven
  44. Thirty-eight
  45. Epilogue
  46. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  47. About the Author
  48. What’s next onyour reading list?

That, I know, is not a threat but a promise. It makes me wonder what my life would’ve been like if my dad had just homeschooled me like he threatened that time I got a D in sixth grade. Or at least if I hadn’t introduced Liv and Marie to each other.

Vonnie: Biiiitch! I knew if you put up with Donny’s ass that you liked Q! I want to hear everything! Be at HERS . . . or else.

I want to laugh at the “or else” part of Vonnie’s message, but I saw her in full mom mode at the game. And while I have made some questionable life choices in the last twelve hours, underestimating Vonnie will not be one of them.

I add them all to a group text; my head hurts too much to stare at the bright screen any longer than necessary.

Elliot: What happened to snitches get stitches? I’ll be there at three, but not because I’m listening to any of you. I have to go pick up my car, which is close to HERS, and I need bar food.

I don’t even get the chance to put my phone down and think of the ramifications that could come from these four women melding their powers together before my phone chimes with a new text message.

Vonnie: Oh shit. The last time we had denial this strong, it was Brynn swearing there was nothing between her and Maxwell. I’m not missing a second of this! And I think I’m bringing Poppy. I wanna hear more about the balloons TK was bitching about on Instagram.

Yup.

This was a mistake.

My phone chimes again and I almost don’t check it. I mean, a girl can only take so much. But this girl is also nosy AF and I do really want to meet Poppy.

But when I look at my phone, it’s not the long string of names anymore. It’s just one. The one that I don’t want to see ever again. Just seeing his name causes my face to burn and my stomach to churn. And because I’m an adult, I do the mature thing. I clear the message without looking at it and pretend that it never happened.

Avoidance. That’s my superpower.

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SINCE I ALREADY planned to work from home today, the hours between me ignoring Quinton until I have to go get my car fly by. I send out press emails about last night, wrap up any lingering invoices, and check with Quinton’s website woman to make sure everything is set to handle the amount of visitors he might get as he continues to announce more charities.