Page 17 of Rush the Edge

I wouldn’t even consider us acquaintances at this point.

More like enemies.

“Go on.” I flick my chin as soon as the door opens. “They’re expecting you in suite two.”

“You’re not coming with me?” she asks, looking down the long hall before glancing back at me.

My lip hitches. “You need me to hold your hand, Daisy-Petal?”

Come on, give me one more eye roll for the road.

As if she can read my mind, she refuses to give me what I’m craving. Instead, she sticks her tongue out in between those red lips and defies me further by flipping me off and disappearing down the hall.

When the elevator closes, I sink back against the wall with sudden exhaustion.

The only thing that’s keeping me going is picturing her face after she realizes the job I’ve scored for her.

River asked for my help with his sister, and he surely got it.

Seven

DAISY

A giant BlueDevil head is staring at me from the middle of the long table in the empty conference room. I stay a distance away—it’s sort of creepy—and shift my attention back and forth between its devil horns.

This is weird, but okay.

I jerk at the sound of the door opening in the corner of the room.

For a second, I thought Kane might have made up that I had an interview or, at the very least, sent me to the wrong room.

A short woman with curly red hair stops at the sight of me. “Oh! You’re early! I’m Cindy! You must be Petal Sullivan?”

“Petal?” I repeat with confusion.

Ugh. Kane.

Cindy sticks her hand out after making her way over to me. I take it gingerly. “It’s Daisy Sullivan, actually.”

She laughs. “Oh, that Kane! He’s such a jokester.”

I fake a laugh alongside her.

That’s one way to describe him.

It wasn’t like I expected Kane to forget about me and our quick and painful parting in the years we’ve been apart, because it’s not likeIhad. But it would have been nice to have prepared myself to be sharing an apartment complex with him and our bound-to-happen run-ins, especially if I’m about to be working at the same arena he plays hockey at.

I could at least have an arsenal of comebacks ready to go whenever he throws some insult at me.

But no.

I’m just thrusted into hell with Kane as my own personal devil.

Blue Devil at that.

Speaking of.

“Um…” I point at the mascot head that Iswearis staring at me. “What exactly…”

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