Page 88 of Maximum Dare
I punched her number, but it went straight to voicemail.
Riding the lift down, I tucked my phone into my jacket pocket, relieved she’d soon be with me again. I’d never missed anyone like I missed Daisy—and I never before had made so much effort to spend time with a woman. She was the breath of fresh air I hadn’t known I needed. I was ready for a deeper level of commitment.
First though, I needed to face the tricky issue of Daisy being my brother’s ex-girlfriend. His loss was certainly my gain. However, healing the rift he had with Daisy was going to take some fenagling with my family.
Which was why I’d invited Mum to join me and Daisy for dinner.
There was Gillian, as punctual as always, dressed elegantly in a cream pant suit, waving enthusiastically at me from the foyer. As she approached, I was enveloped in a cloud of expensive perfume. Her big beautiful smile drew attention from everyone in the vicinity.
I greeted her with a smile. “Thank you for being here, Mum.”
“Of course, darling.” She kissed me on both cheeks. “I wish you would stay with me at home.”
“I know. Next time, perhaps.” Because Daisy would be with me and she and Mum would have time to get to know each other.
“You look wonderful, Max. What have you been doing?”
“I’ve been doing things that make me happy.”
“That pleases me a great deal.” She slid her arm through mine. “Have you heard from your brother?”
“I get a text now and then.” He seemed to be in a good place. So many great opportunities were happening for Nick and he deserved it all.
Mum tugged my arm. “You’re about to get a lot happier.”
“I am?”
“Oh, yes.”
I frowned at her. “What are you up to?”
“I know what’s best for my son.”
“Which son?” I smirked. “Your favorite?”
“You both are…you know that.”
I loved teasing her. The years had softened hurt feelings that could have torn us apart. I may have been my father’s son, but I’d inherited her forgiving nature.
We arrived at the hotel’s restaurant. Having stayed here on numerous occasions, I knew the staff well. Being surrounded by familiar friendly faces was a perk.
I greeted the concierge warmly. “Hey, Jacob, how are you? I’m sure you remember my mother. Could we have a private table, please, if possible?”
“Yes, sir,” he said respectfully. “How are you, ma’am?”
They shook hands, greeting each other like old friends.
“I’ve already booked the table,” said Gillian.
The Homage Restaurant was designed to resemble a cozy and unpretentious café. Still, the place was as grand as you’d expect from the Waldorf.
I leaned toward Mum. “I’ve invited a friend to join us for dinner. She’s on her way.”
She fixed a curious gaze on me. “Who?”
“Someone special.”
“Not a colleague, then?”
