Page 95 of Maximum Dare
“Almost done.”
“We deserve danger pay.”
“I know.” She slid the gown down the rack, and then turned to me, giving me a look I’d gotten used to over the last few weeks. “How are you, Daisy?”
“Fine.” I forced a smile.
“A few of us are going out after work for fish and chips. Come join us.”
“No, thank you.” I wasn’t ready to be social.
“Are you getting out at all?”
“Yes.” I rested my hands on my hips. “I joined a Dare Club.”
Because some trickster bastard had signed me up—the man I missed, the man I hated and yet adored all at the same time.
Seeing her confused expression, I added, “It’s a club where a bunch of us get together and do things we wouldn’t normally do. You know, to shake us out of our comfort zone.”
“How did you find out about it?”
“A frenemy.”
Amber raised her eyebrows. “That was nice of her.”
“It was a him.” I pretended my emotions weren’t scrambled. “Nick’s older brother. The invite came from him.”
“That wasn’t weird?”
“No.” It was thewayhe’d done it that was weird.
“What sort of things do you have to do?”
“Hang off buildings. That kind of stuff.” I grinned at her. “It’s liberating.”
“Oh, my God, seriously?”
“The guy who runs it is super cool. It’s about pushing yourself beyond what you believe you’re capable of doing.” Might need a lifetime membership at this point.
“Good for you.”
“As long as it’s not flying, I’m fine.”
“Right, well, if they try to make you do that, tell them to F-off.”
“I doubt it’s in the budget.”
“I have a mannequin I have to slip this on.” Amber picked a dress off a hanger. “Come with me and tell me everything.”
“Is that Versace?” I reeled at its beauty.
She ran her hand over the silk. “Even with fifty percent off it would still cost me six months of my salary.”
“I’ve got a girlie crush on a dress in the window,” I admitted.
“I’ve been drooling over those shoes, too.” She pointed to the high heels. “I feel like I knew them in another life.”
She made me laugh. “Isn’t it funny that we both work in a store where we can’t afford to buy anything?”
