Page 31 of Revenge Puck

“I’m gonna leave all those decisions in your hands.”

“Really?”

“Really. I trust you,” I tell her in the mirror’s reflection.

Brows high, she doesn’t look convinced. “You trust me? After one kiss?”

“And hanging out last night.”

“Did you see the photos of us from the club?”

“I did. There were quite a few tagging us on social media.”

“My phone is still blowing up because of the kiss and the sign. And about that second kiss you mentioned...”

“Yeah? What about it?”

“Would it be done in public as another photo op?”

“Sure. Why not? It’ll be adding more fuel to the fire before game two tomorrow night.”

“Right.” Elle visibly deflates, as if that’s the wrong answer.

“You are coming to the game, right?” I ask her.

“I don’t have any tickets. Audrey and I pulled a lot of strings for the ones last night that we didn’t even end up using.”

“I can find you seats again,” I assure her.

“Okay, if you can find me a seat, I will be there.”

Showing up at the game and spending time with me are, sadly, not even close to the same thing.

“Will you wear my jersey again?”

“Absolutely.”

“Then what?” I ask her.

“What do you mean?”

“After game two, I’ll have to leave to go back to D.C. for games three and four.”

“If that’s all it takes for the Warhawks to win the championships,” Elle points out.

“What happens to our fake relationship once I leave town?”

“We can pretend we’re making the long-distance thing work at first,” she suggests, wetting my hair down with a spray bottle of water. Grabbing a comb, she runs it through my hair. “Then, either you’ll be back for alternating games five and seven or you won’t. The attention dies down once someone wins, preferably the Bobcats.”

“Agree to disagree.”

Smirking while combing back my hair, she says, “Either way, we could tell anyone who asks that we couldn’t make long distance work, not when I have my business here and you play in D.C.”

“Not even during the summer for the off-season?” I throw the idea out there. Hypothetically, of course.

She waves her hand through the air. “We’ll be old news by the summer.”

“Sure. Yeah. Old news.” Guess that’s a no on hypothetically seeing her after the playoffs.

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