Page 15 of Hard to Fake

Almost anyone would say that I’m aiming high by trying to forge a partnership, but since Nova mentioned it, the idea won’t leave.

I researched whom Elise used to promote the brand in the past, what influencers have been wearing her clothing in their posts. While I was doing that, I found Elise herself tagged in another sister’s post.

The caption on Caroline’s photo, one where she’s embracing Elise, reads: Can’t wait to see my favorite sisters next weekend!

Our former chapter president made every overachiever in the sorority look like a slacker. She took the same etiquette classes I did but actually enjoyed them. Her social media is impeccable, every post with full makeup and not a blonde hair out of place.

In other words…

She’s exactly the type of influencer Elise would align herself with.

I dig an Alexander McQueen cocktail dress out of my closet and put it on with silver heels. Nova’s out of town for a gallery show, but at least Chloe’s in.

Mile High is the team’s unofficial bar. Nova’s husband, Clay, has been a part owner almost since the time he joined the Kodiaks.

The walls are papered with images of the team from over the years, newspaper articles, plus collector’s items like signed hats and jerseys under glass. Every starting player has a drink named after him.

It’s a casual spot where the team can sit alongside fans.

Right now, the place is just under capacity, probably owing to the midweek loss.

“Why’s everyone so freaked after a loss? It’s early,” I ask my brother.

“There are articles calling us one-hit wonders.”

“Show them you’re not.”

The entire starting line-up promised to come out, which is an accomplishment.

Clay will bail soon, heading home to whatever hundred-step conditioning routine over-thirty all-stars do to stay in shape. Rookie is chatting with Chloe. I haven’t seen Miles yet.

So, I have a moment alone with Jay.

“Unless you believe it too,” I prompt at his silence.

“Course not. But there’s no doubt we have a target on our backs.” He grimaces. “Last year, no one saw us coming. This year, they’re rolling out the welcome mat.”

Sierra slides us over drinks and my brother thanks her.

“But now you know you can do it,” I counter. “That’s better than most guys in the league can say.”

“You’re a good hype woman,” Jay says with a grin.

I raise a brow. “You’re just now realizing this?”

My attention cuts to the guys. Rookie’s laughing with Chloe. “They look cute.”

Jay pushes his drink back across the bar like he’s thought twice, reaching for a water instead. “Come on. You know it’s complicated between us.”

“Because she’s your ex. So she’s not allowed to date any of your teammates, ever?”

“Hell no,” he insists. “Keep the drama out of the locker room. Family is family.”

“Wait. Chloe’s family or the team is?”

“Both.”

“Whatever you say, big brother.” I pat him on the arm and head for the bathroom.

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