Page 109 of Rush the Edge

“Funny…” Daisy leans forward and looks me dead in the eye. “I came across an article about Kane too.”

“What did it say?” River asks.

Here we go.

Daisy’s claws are out, and I’m more than ready to be scratched.

Her flirty smirk itches something inside of me that isjustout of reach.

“It said he was the biggest man whore of the league, always pictured with a new puck bunny on his arm.”

What a little liar.I sometimes bring them home, fuck them on the couch, and then they’re off on their way. There is no time for photos in between all of that.

I chuckle. “Lying doesn't look good on you, Daisy-Petal.”

She makes a sarcastic noise, stepping past her brother to spar with me. “I could say the same about you.”

River puts his hands out and pushes us apart. “What is with you two? Apparently, we all need to let loose tonight.”

He turns to Daisy. “Well, as much as you can I guess.”

Daisy angles her chin and glances to the packed bar. “One drink won’t hurt.”

River drops his hands and shoots her a look. “Daisy.”

She shoots him one right back, and I find myself wanting to stand up for her, even though I’m fully on River’s side.

Her hip pops out, and three men behind her break their neck to get a look at her ass.

Like an animal, I bare my teeth at them.

“Moderate alcohol consumption can be good for Lupus,” she argues. “That’s something you told me and then was later confirmed by Dr. Gibson. Plus, none of my current medications have reactions with alcohol, so I’m fine to drink one, River.”

I expect him to argue again. Maybe he’ll even tell her to leave, which would probably be for the best.

“Fine,” he says.

I snap my attention to him.

“Wait, what?” I ask.

He ignores me and continues with the conversation. “Only one.”

Daisy plays with a lock of her hair and smiles mischievously. “Whatever you say, Dr. Sullivan.”

Then she turns and takes off toward the bar to get her one drink.

River and I make eye contact, and I hate to admit that I’m the only one who seems perturbed by this. I quickly smooth my face to hide the fact that I’m filled to the brim with tension when it comes to her, even more after the other night. I rattle off my drink order so he can get the first round and find us a corner table to hang out at. I pull my phone out of my pocket and text for some reinforcements.

Slipping away for a few minutes to handle the rest of my brother’s bullshit won’t go noticed, but the more eyes on Daisy, the better. With her short black dress held up by nothing more than a few flimsy straps, some drunken idiot is bound to push the limits. I'd hate to throw him through a wall and show Daisy just how wildly possessive I am when it comes to her.

River returns with our beers after a few minutes with Daisy following closely behind. She’s got this flirty look in her eye, and I can't help but ask what has her in such a good mood.

I stare at the side of her delicate jaw, the blush on her cheekbone catching the light above us. “I got a free drink.”

My nostrils flare. I follow her line of sight and glare at a group of guys with hard-ons, looking at Daisy. She raises her fruity drink in the air, and they do the same.

“They just want in your pants.” Malt flavoring coats my tongue as I take a swig of my beer, hopeful it’ll cancel out the taste of jealousy.

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