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team. But I still wasn’t sure.
     
    “I don’t know,” I told her hesitantly. “I’m going to need some time to think about it.”
     
    “Sure. I know it’s a lot to take in, but how funny is it that we both had the idea we needed to fake a relationship?” She chuckled and went back to eating.
     
    I did find it an odd coincidence that we’d both gone into our date thinking about asking each other to pose as a significant other of some sort. I just really wasn’t expecting to be asked to marry someone. Real or not, marriage was a tall order.
     
    I watched Brooke finish the last few bites of her sushi. She really would have been perfect. She would have been beautiful by my side, the image of the perfect girlfriend, and she definitely was wife material, as far as any curious eyes would have been concerned. If anyone did any digging, they would also see that she was the successful heiress to a considerable amount of wealth and power. She would have completed my image, and as an added bonus, we had a history that made us instant friends when we came back together.
     
    It would have been a win-win, but she needed more. They always needed more. A little was never enough.
     
    I wondered if there was another way, if I needed to find someone else to be my fake girlfriend, someone who didn’t come with strings attached the way Brooke did. There wasn’t any harm in looking, certainly.
     
    “What’s on your mind?” she asked. We weren’t even fake-dating yet and she was already pulling out the girlfriend questions.
     
    “Just thinking about all of this,” I told her.
     
    “Well, don’t hurt yourself, Jake,” she joked. “I need an answer soon, but not right away.”
     
    I tried to relax, but the fact was we both needed answers. I figured I had mine. She couldn’t do it unless we got married. I needed to decide quickly. I didn’t have a whole lot of time to plan anything between practice and the first game of the season looming over us.
     
    “Hey, just try to enjoy the evening, okay?” She reached across the table to place one of her gentle hands on mine.
     
    Her touch sent thrills over my skin. It had been so long since the last time she’d touched me. I was tempted to go ahead and agree to her terms just so I could get closer to her and see if everything still felt just as good as it had before. I decided that even if we couldn’t come to some agreement on the marriage question, I would still have to pursue her on the side of whatever we did end up doing.
     
    I did enjoy the rest of the evening. We sat and reminisced over old times while we had a few more glasses of wine. We laughed and talked for what felt like forever. It felt good to have someone to talk to about something besides the game. I had forgotten what it felt like to have outside friends.
     
    I was really starting to doubt if she was the best candidate. I didn’t want a business agreement to eventually come between us the way our goals had come between us before. At the same time, there really wasn’t anyone better suited for the job.
     
    “I had a good night,” I told her as we pulled up to drop her off.
     
    “I did, too. Regardless of what happens, Jake, we should do this again. Maybe if we find other people to help, this can be our scandal,” she said in a seductive tone.
     
    I laughed. “Maybe, but give me a day or two to think it over. Let me sleep on it. You know, marriage is a lot to ask of someone, even if it is just pretend,” I told her.
     
    “I know. Thank you for tonight, and I’ll talk to you in a few days.” She leaned over and wrapped an arm around my neck.
     
    I put my arms around her narrow back and held her close as we embraced. She smelled like wine and the same intoxicating perfume that had lured me in back in high school. Some things never changed.
     
    I watched her slide out of the car and walk up the steps to her beautiful house. She certainly was successful, and she was not afraid to show it