Page 77 of Hard to Fake

Miles looks between us. “Let’s let the ladies catch up. Why don’t we play a little three-on-three?”

Her husband’s eyes widen with delight.

“You’re on your day off,” Elise says, giving him an out.

“It’s my pleasure,” he says smoothly.

God, I could kiss him.

“Go easy on them,” I call as Miles and the husband gather another four guys to their cause, which takes all of thirty seconds.

A crowd gathers before someone finds a basketball.

He lifts his shirt to wipe his face and my throat dries.

“What did you want to talk about?” Elise asks.

I force myself to concentrate. The stakes are too high to screw up.

“I’m a huge fan of your company, and excited for the new line you’re announcing. It’s going to be a game changer. Can you tell me more about your distribution?”

Elise happily complies. “We’re seeking one person to really be the public face of the campaign. We’ve had several influencers approach us on this, actually, and we want to get this right.”

“I’d love to be considered.”

“The schedule this weekend is pretty packed, but let’s find a time to talk more.”

When I finish with Elise, Miles jogs over. “How’d it go?”

“I think she’s open but I didn’t get a commitment yet.”

Miles nods. “I signed some stuff for him and offered to show him around when he’s in Denver.”

My heart flips over in my chest. “I guess we make a pretty good team.”

“Guess we do, Princess.”

He hooks an arm around my shoulders, and we head back side by side.

* * *

“Little Sis!” Ruby hollers.

I run across the dining room and throw myself into her arms. “It’s so good to see you.”

“Sorry I’m late. Emergency.”

“You missed scavenger hunts and pin-swap ceremonies, but you’ll hear about every minute because you’re sitting at our table.”

Miles and I take our seats, close enough together that our legs brush underneath the table.

We took turns showering after the afternoon’s activities, me trying not to think about how hot he looked playing basketball with the other guys.

Now I’m wearing a cute minidress and chestnut-brown heels that make my legs look extra long. He’s in chinos and a button-down shirt and looks like Hamptons sailboat porn. I’m congratulating and cursing myself for taking an already smoking-hot professional athlete and making him sinfully sexy.

“You must be Miles,” Ruby says, extending a hand. “I’m Ruby, Brooke’s big sis from school.”

“Doctor, right? She talks about you a lot.” Miles smiles easily, and Ruby’s eyes brighten with delight.

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