Page 48 of Maximum Dare
“Maybe I’ll visit you in the summer.” He glanced at me. “If you don’t mind?”
“I’d love that.”
“The salary from MU is pretty decent, too.”
We were talking a multi-million dollar deal within the premier league. Not too shabby for someone his age.
“Is Morgan financially stable?” I asked.
“Yeah, she’s paid by sponsors. She doesn’t care what people think of her. She’ll try anything once.”
“An extrovert, then.”
“She matches my sense of fun.” He turned to look at me. “How’s things in São Paulo?”
“Firm’s doing great.” I let out a wary breath, trying to find the words to tell him I had seen Daisy yesterday. Revealing her escapades might rekindle his interest in her. The fact she was willing to hang off The Shard would probably blow his mind.
Nick sprung to his feet. “Goal!”
My attention shot to the kid on the field who’d scored. His teammates were jumping up and down around him with joy. I pushed to my feet to praise him with a standing ovation. When the nine-year-old saw Nick applauding from the stands he almost fell over.
Nick took his seat again. “I need to get into Manchester United like I need to breathe.”
“You’ll make it.”
“None of this would be bearable if you weren’t here.”
My chest constricted. “I love spending time with you.”
“You’re the best intermediary to have around when Mum nags me.”
“She’s on my case, too.”
“Anyone back in São Paulo?” Nick eyed me with interest. “Yeah, I can see there’s someone.” He broke into a grin. “Do I know you or what?”
“I…well…she’s a friend.”
Daisy.He’d picked up on my uncanny fascination with his ex. We were never seeing each other again so it was fine. It would just complicate the issue to mention it. It should never have happened really—me allowing this affection for a woman we were all meant to be avoiding.
And forgetting.
“She must be a special friend, then.” He buried his face in his hands. “Oh, my God, I almost forgot to tell you. Daisy posted something wild on Instagram.”
“A video?”
He nodded. “Recorded at the Waldorf—a video of her literally flying through a glass chute at a hundred miles an hour.” He chuckled. “Totally out of character for her.”
“Maybe she’s trying to come out of her shell?”
“It’s like she’s had a personality transplant.”
I leaned back to study his reaction. “She can be adventurous.”
“I had no idea.”
I rested my hand on his back to add weight to my words. “Nick, Daisy is still in love with you.”
He leaned forward. “She needs to get on with her life.”
