Page 27 of Maximum Dare
I let my gaze take in his ripped jeans, stretching tightly over his thighs, and the J. Crew jumper that fit him so well. His thick, raven hair was the kind a girl wouldn’t be able to resist running her fingers through. I imagined kissing the stubble on his rugged jaw.
He turned to look at me, a tender expression in his eyes. “Hey, Daisy.”
His voice caused a shiver to run down my spine. I walked farther into the room.
“I see you’ve met Wilma, then,” I said.
He glanced at the Corgi. “She’s not scary at all.”
“I think she likes you.”
“How can you tell?”
“You’re still alive.”
He threw his head back and laughed. His reaction made me crack a smile, too.
“Wilma has that whole staring competition thing going on,” said Max, reaching out to scratch her head. “You win, girl.”
Wilma wagged her tale and buried her nose in his side as he continued to rub her.
“How are you?” he asked, his tone laced with concern.
“Hanging in there. Is everything okay with Nick?”
He hesitated. “Yes, of course.”
“Um…”Then why are you here?
He pushed to his feet and set his teacup on the coffee table. “Grab your coat.”
“I’m…a little busy right now.”
“I need your help with something, Daisy.”
My eyes widened in surprise. “What’s going on?”
“It’s best if I show you.”
Within minutes, he’d helped me into my coat and I’d been shuffled out of the house into the cold. Max opened the passenger side door on a flashy silver Tesla.
“Where’s your bodyguard?” I asked.
He frowned. “Carl believes I’m at the Waldorf.”
“You lied to him?”
“I gave him the day off.”
His frown deepened as he studied me. “Thought you and I should have some privacy. Is that okay?”
Instead of answering, I climbed into the front passenger seat, sinking into the cream-colored leather. “Where are we going?”
Max got in and pushed a button. Heat blasted over us. “You’re going to approve.”
“Why do you need my help?”
“You’ll see.”
