Page 40 of Maximum Dare
I climbed off the bed and began pacing the room. “Everything all right?” I should pretend not to care. I glanced back at my laptop at the emails stacking up.
Fuck the emails.This was more fun.
Shewas more fun.
My heart stuttered with the realization that my father would have ignored her call had this been my mother. He’d have worked late into the night despite her needing him. Those kinds of choices had devastated his existence. He could have hired someone to do half his workload. His ego, his arrogance, his blind determination had taken him down and his marriage with it.
I’m no different.
Nor will I ever be.
Daisy piped up, “Are you still there?”
“Yes.”
“I’m on top of The Shard.”
“The tallest building in London?”
“Yes. It’s super high. Very windy.”
“You’re with the Dare Cub?” I brushed my fingers through my hair. “What have they got you doing this time?”
“This one’s scarier than the first dare. The one with the glass chute.”
“Like I could forget.”
“Yeah…right.”
“Next time, land on my face.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said, next time give it some space.”
“Oh, I thought you said something else.” She paused. “This one seems harder.”
Did she have to say it with a husky tone? I felt my cock twinge in response to her subconscious tease.
I squeezed the bridge of my nose with my thumb and forefinger. “I suppose they’re making them incrementally more challenging—”
“That’s not why I’m calling, though. Ted says no invitations went out. All the sign-ups were online.”
My gut tightened with uncertainty.
“Max, I’m trying to figure out who the invite came from. I showed it to Ted, and he has no idea.”
From my window, I could see the The Shard, a beautiful structure of monstrous height. The skyscraper dwarfed the buildings surrounding it.
My mouth went dry and I was hit with an attack of vertigo. “Really?”
“Nick asked you to give me that invite, right? Do you think he was trying to send me a message?”
“Daisy, does it matter? You’re having fun, aren’t you?”
What the hell did they have her doing up there?
She let out a wistful sigh. “I was thinking maybe Nick is leaving things open with me. Maybe he wants to see if I can be more spontaneous.”
