Page 86 of Maximum Dare
I inhaled sharply. “You should believe me when I say I’ve moved on.”
“Well, I don’t. And this disguise doesn’t fool anyone.”
“I’m a Dare Club member. Doing this, being here, is all part of a challenge—not to mention it’s for charity.”
She studied me with narrowed eyes.
“Please don’t hurt him, Morgan,” I said softly. “Nick has a brilliant future ahead of him.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I know he got into Manchester United. I’m happy for him.”
“He got in despite you.”
I stared past her shoulder. “I have to go.”
“Back to your boring life.”
“Actually, I’ve met someone special,” I said. “We’re out together virtually every night.”
“Is he here?”
“No. I didn’t even know I was going to be here until an hour ago. I certainly didn’t know you would be here.”
Max wanted to be the one to tell Nick about us. Respecting that decision, I bit my tongue.
She shook her head. “You were so desperate to become interesting that you joined a club.”
“Funny thing is, Morgan, I have you to thank for it.”
“How?”
I rested my hands on my hips. “The invitation to the Dare Club is why I’m here. It’s been life changing. I’ve been having all sorts of adventures, all for free.”
“What Dare Club?”
“I’m just saying thank you.”
“What are you talking about?”
I rolled my eyes, certain that she knew exactly what I meant.
“The invite inside the gold envelope.”
She looked puzzled. “The one that dropped out of my bag at Isobel’s?”
“Yes, the one I found and returned to you.” My smile resembled a cringe.
Morgan looked thoughtful. “The only thing I received in a gold envelope was an invite to the opening of Bar Ibiza in Soho.”
“No,” I said. “It was for the Dare Club.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said, sounding exasperated. “I would have torn that up. I don’t need to belong to some infantile club to be interesting.”
I swallowed hard.
Max had handed that envelope back to me.
