Page 82 of Maximum Dare
I released her and tilted her chin up, staring intently into her eyes. “When you’re drawn to something like this you have to listen to your heart.”
“It isn’t easy to join the design teams. There’s a lot of competition.”
“You have to believe in yourself.”
She looked away. “After Liam died, nothing seemed to matter.”
“Your dream matters now more than ever,” I said softly.
She gazed up at me. “If you reconsider your career, I will too.”
That made me smile. “I’d sit in on my dad’s court cases…always in awe at how he tore apart the prosecution’s case.”
“How old were you?”
“I was a teenager.”
“And here you are now,” she said. “A top lawyer.”
“I’ve never taken three weeks off before.” I gave a shrug. “There was never a reason.”
“Thank you so much for today. It’s been special.”
“I don’t want this day to end, Daisy.”
“What would you like to do?”
“How about we go back to the hotel for dinner?”
“I’m still full from lunch.”
I smiled suggestively. “Go back for a drink, then?”
“I have a fun idea.”
She wouldn’t tell me what it was, though. She kept her secret from the time we left the museum, all the way back to the Waldorf Hotel.
We snuggled in the backseat of the taxi grateful for the warmth.
When we arrived at the Waldorf, she guided me to the lift with mischief in her step, and punched the UP button. I was amused by her enthusiasm, the way she kept glancing back at me with a cheeky grin.
We arrived at the hotel’s top floor bar.
Ahead of us was that long glass chute that went down several floors.
“I’ll go first,” she said.
After receiving a nod from a member of the staff, Daisy climbed into the entrance of the chute and sat on the blue mat. Her confidence made my heart soar. She looked back at me and grinned, then shot down the chute, screaming and laughing as she disappeared from view.
I climbed in behind her, waiting for the staff member to give me the go ahead. Below me was a sheer breathtaking drop and to my left was a wall of glass. The view was spectacular.
I hesitated before pushing off, realizing the profoundness of this moment.
This act represented me risking everything to go after what I wanted—the person waiting for me at the end of this dare. I had to change my life to get to a place where I could find fulfillment.
I shot down the chute, zooming around the corner with my heart racing, my throat tight, adrenaline surging through my veins, sparking an uncommon joy inside me as the world whooshed by.
The end came up fast, but I slowed just enough to avoid doing a “Daisy”—coming to a halt and using the momentum to stand.
