Page 10 of Rush the Edge

“That’s what you’re wearing?” River’s lip twists with disgust.

I quickly pull my attention to the hallway that leads to Daisy’s new bedroom and land on her.

Hell no.

I’m with River. She needs to change.

If my blood ran hot at the sight of her, everyone else’s will too.

“Yeah?” Daisy, with her sun-kissed strawberry-blonde hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail at the nape of her neck, glances at her outfit. “But thanks for making me feel self-conscious.” She rolls her eyes and snatches her purse off the counter. “It’s like high school all over again,” she mumbles.

I snort because I’m a dick. Her baby blues flick to mine so fast Ifeelthem. I raise an eyebrow, challenging her to say something, but she quickly backs down and turns away.

That’s what I thought.

“Let’s just go.” She turns and leaves me and River in the dust.

River shakes his head and rolls his eyes in my direction. I go along with it, but I have no idea what he’s thinking.

Does he think she looks bad in her outfit? Or is he thinking what I’m thinking?

Tight jeans that hug curves that weren’t quite developed when we were teenagers and a sweater that is half falling off her shoulder, showing nothing but soft, smooth skin. Her hair pulled back doesn’t help either. The only thing it does is draw attention to her slender neck, perfect for sinking my teeth into.

I hate that she’s so goddamn perfect.

Irritation crawls up my spine.

After all this time and multiple women in my bed, I still find Daisy tantalizingly alluring.

I hate it.

I hateher.

River is oblivious to the fact that I can hardly look at his sister without clenching my teeth…but she’s not. The shock on her face in the elevator was a window to the fact that she remembers our last interaction just as well as I do.

“Do you even know where we’re going?” River asks, pulling Daisy back by the elbow to stop her brisk walk down the sidewalk.

She has no idea where we’re headed, but that doesn’t stop her from stomping like a brat to get far away from me.

I pause for a split second.

A sick smile curves against my mouth that River doesn’t notice.

Weweregoing to the best pizza shop in town. But I have a better idea.

“I’ll lead the way,” I say casually.

Euphoria’s Edge is the last place I want to go. I don’t frequent strip clubs often, but when I do, this one is low on the list. Emory has all but banned the team from going to his wife’s previous place of employment, The Cat House, but Euphoria’s Edge serves food, so it’ll do.

We’re nearly there when River asks where we’re going.

I peer over my shoulder at him and do a damn good job of pretending Daisy doesn’t exist.

“You’ll see.” I manage to keep my face from showing any sort of amusement.

Their footsteps behind me come to a halt.

“Why did you stop walking?” River asks Daisy.

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