Page 16 of Maximum Dare
“How’re things with Morgan? She seems…” I wanted to say shallow, but I didn’t really know her, except for what I’d seen after an agonizing peek at her social media.
He shook his head in awe. “Look at her, she’s gorgeous.”
“She’s very…”
“Glamorous, right?
“She is.”
I waved at a passing waiter and snagged us both another glass of champagne, handing one off to Nick.
“She always has her hair and make-up done before she leaves home.” He downed his drink in one. “She’s in the public eye so has no choice, really.”
My first thought went to Daisy, who didn’t have those kinds of resources. But she was naturally pretty. She had an authenticity that was refreshing. A beguiling presence that my thoughts returned to all too easily.
“She’s a savvy businesswoman, too.” Nick remained focused on Morgan.
Surely there’d be less drama with Daisy, compared to a woman who was high maintenance. Morgan was posting pictures of Nick already and letting the world into their relationship. It felt like a bad idea to be so open.
I turned to face him. “I gave Daisy a lift home yesterday.”
“Why?”
“When she ran into me her glasses got broken.”
Mentioning to him that she’d gone and bumped into a lamppost afterward seemed bad form—Nick didn’t need to know that detail.
His eyes turned dark. “Was she upset I left with Morgan?”
“She’s taking it well. She wanted me to give you a message.”
He set his empty glass down on a table. “I hadn’t spoken with Daisy for weeks, and then she turned up at my party last night and was all weird.”
“Weird how?”
“Like she was desperate to get my attention.”
“Perhaps if you hadn’t blocked her number.”
He spun to face me. “Did she tell you that?”
“She’s been trying to call you and can’t get through.”
Nick pulled his phone out of his back pocket and swiped the screen. “She’s not blocked. I’ll show you.” His frown deepened and then he flashed a wary glance over to Morgan.
“She is blocked, then?” I said.
“That’s strange. I’ll unblock her.”
“Give Daisy a call. It won’t hurt to check on her.”
He gave a reluctant nod. “I don’t know why she came to see me last night.”
“She’s concerned for you.”
“Why?”
I glanced over at Morgan. “How well do you know Morgan? I mean, really know her?”
