Back The Dating Playbook
Chapters (52)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. CHAPTER ONE
  5. CHAPTER TWO
  6. CHAPTER THREE
  7. CHAPTER FOUR
  8. CHAPTER FIVE
  9. CHAPTER SIX
  10. CHAPTER SEVEN
  11. CHAPTER EIGHT
  12. CHAPTER NINE
  13. CHAPTER TEN
  14. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  15. CHAPTER TWELVE
  16. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  17. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  18. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  19. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  20. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  21. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  22. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  23. CHAPTER TWENTY
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  33. CHAPTER THIRTY
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  43. Epilogue
  44. Acknowledgments
  45. Discover More
  46. READING GROUP GUIDE
  47. Book ClubDiscussion Questions
  48. Q&A withFarrah Rochon
  49. Bonus Scene
  50. About the Author
  51. Also by Farrah Rochon
  52. Praise for Farrah Rochon andThe Dating Playbook

He should be concerned by the amount of satisfaction he gained from the simple act of putting that smile on her face. Then again, making her laugh was the kind of thing he was supposed to do as her boyfriend, wasn’t it? If he was going to play the part…

Jamar stuck his hands in his pockets and perched against the counter. “So if we’re not hitting the gym today, what are we doing?”

“We are hitting the gym, just not yet.” She folded the reusable tote bags she’d brought with her and tucked them underneath her arm. “Right now, we are going on our very first date!”

“A date?” He glanced at his Apple Watch. “At this time of the morning?”

“Trust me, when it comes to where we’re going, this time of the morning is ideal. Everything is nice and fresh, and not picked over.”

Nice and fresh?

Jamar winced. “Please don’t say we’re going to the grocery store.”

“It’s as if you’re psychic,” she said, her brown eyes bright with amusement.

“Taylor, c’mon. I hate the grocery store. As in, I will do anything to avoid it. Even eat kale.”

“You want a long and successful career in the NFL, don’t you? Then you need to learn how to shop and cook the right kind of meals for yourself.”

“What if I just pay you to cook for me until I retire?”

“No.” She tilted her head to the side. “Actually, that can be arranged for the right price. But what if I’m on vacation?”

“Delivery?”

She grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him toward the stairs. “A lesson in proper nutrition and how to cook easy, healthy meals will do you wonders. Now, go change.”

Twenty minutes later, Jamar found himself in the produce section of the grocery store near his house. He had been here exactly one time in the year since he’d moved to Georgetown. Once he discovered grocery delivery, he was sold. Apparently, his new trainer had never heard of Instacart.

“You look like a kidnapping victim,” Taylor whispered. “How are we going to convince the public we’re falling madly in love if you’re constantly frowning?”

“Maybe you should have thought about that before choosing a grocery store as the site of our first date, dear.”

“Grocery stores are heaven, especially this grocery store. I mean, just look at the selection here!” She gestured like a game show hostess at the yards of colorful organic vegetables displayed before them. “I could spend hours in this place.”

“You really need to get out more. No one should be this excited over produce.”

Jamar ducked when she picked up a yellow bell pepper and made as if she was going to pelt it at his head.