Page 118 of Rush the Edge

“Da–”

“Daisy,” Kane interrupts.

He’s staring at Jonas’s father like he wants to murder him. Narrowed eyes, flexed jaw, stern stance. When he moves over to Jonas, his face softens. “Hey, little man. Let’s get a photo with devil girl. Yeah?”

Jonas nods enthusiastically. His father steps back out of the way, and Jonas finally drops my hand. Just when I think he’s going to stand in between Kane and me, he turns and puts his arms up.

Without giving it any thought, I bend down and scoop him into my arms.

His father apologizes, and I brush him off. “Please don’t. I really don’t mind.” I wink at Jonas. “I told you he was my favorite.”

Kane hums under his breath, scooting closer to us. I tense right away when his hand lands on my lower back. It’s the only thing I can focus on.

I’m so screwed.

“Did you hear that, Jonas?” Kane leans toward him, meaning he’s closer tome. “You’re her favorite. What a lucky kid.”

Unable to stop myself, I look at Kane.

His dirty-blond hair is pushed over to the side, revealing his soul-wrenching blue eyes fixated on mine. They speak a thousand words, but I can’t decipher a single one of them. Seconds ago, he seemed irritated and maybe a little angry. Now his gaze is bright with something I can’t name. Whatever it is, it zips right to my chest, warming me from the inside out.

I turn away abruptly after I hear the shuttering of a camera.

“Don’t post that,” I say to the pretty photographer.

Pulling Jonas in tighter to pose, Kane follows. His hand creeps around to my hip, and I feel it everywhere. “Look over there,” I say to Jonas.

My smile stays steady regardless of Kane’s fingers rubbing circles against my hip. The thin fabric of my costume does nothing to block his touch.

As soon as the photo is taken, I plop Jonas back down. He runs over to his dad, and I almost do too, just to get away from Kane.

Realizing he isn’t removing his hand from my hip, I shoot him a glare disguised by a closed-mouthed smile. “What are you doing?” I whisper-seethe.

He doesn’t bother looking at me. “Making a point.”

What point?

That no matter how hard I try, my body can’t help but react to him?

Jonas’s father comes over to thank us before holding his hand out to shake Kane’s hand. He slowly drags it away from my lower back and grabs onto Jonas’s father’s hand. He winces, and my eyes widen. “Not a problem.” Kane’s shoulders tense before he lets go. “Enjoy the game.”

As soon as Jonas and his father disappear, I gape. “Are you serious?” I hiss quietly, well aware that there are many eyes and ears. I cross my arms angrily.

How dare he act possessive of me!

Also, how dare my body for liking it!

Kane lowers his voice. “Uncross your arms unless you want the entire hockey fan base to know you’re a brat.”

I do as he says and force a smile on my face. “If they think I’m being a brat, I wonder what they’ll think of watching you nearly break that man’s hand to make an insane point to him.” The fake happiness doesn’t reach my voice. Kane’s peach-colored lips twitch with me all riled up.

“Insane?” he questions.

I turn my back to him. Hopeful to escape him, I search for another willing child to hang out with. I’ll even take the one kicking and screaming on the floor over standing here with Kane.

“Yes, insane,” I snap. “You make it seem like you’re jealous!”

Kane grunts at my back as I make a beeline for the opposite side of the room.

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