Page 17 of Maximum Dare
“I’m living with her.”
“It’s all happening very fast, Nick.”
“Max, you don’t live here. You can’t fly in and start bossing us all around.”
“I’m just looking out for you.”
He sighed. “What was Daisy’s message?”
“She wished you a happy birthday.” I rubbed my brow, wondering how much I should say. “And best of luck for getting into Manchester United.”
“She needs to move on.”
“You’re ready for that? I mean, you were living together.”
“Yes, of course I’m ready. We’re over.”
“I glanced at Morgan’s Instagram page earlier.”
“She has over a million followers.” He shook his head. “Amazing.”
“Nick, Morgan does seem to have had a lot of boyfriends.”
“What the fuck? Did that come from Daisy?”
“No, I just scrolled down Morgan’s profile page and there they were.”
The comments I’d seen beneath their photos were brutal.
Nick looked pissed off. “Can’t you just be happy for me, please?”
It was my turn to sigh. “If you’re truly happy that’s good enough for me.”
“What else did you and Daisy talk about?”
“Nothing, really. You were together for six months. I’m surprised you never introduced us.”
“Mum has very high standards,” he said. “I didn’t need her on my case.”
“How do you mean?”
“Daisy works in a shop.”
“You can’t be serious, Nick!”
“Mum likes Morgan. They’re both into fashion.”
This was another reason I had to be more involved in his life. He was clearly making questionable decisions. His father had hailed from the north of England, and a more down to earth and easy-going man couldn’t have been found. David would have balked at any kind of snobbery from his son.
“Look, Daisy’s sweet,” Nick admitted. “But she’s not as daring and exciting as Morgan.”
“She’s younger, too.”
“Oh, shit, there’s Mum.”
“It’s your party! She arranged it.”
He flashed me a wary look. “I don’t want her giving me a hard time for wearing jeans.”
