Page 56 of Rush the Edge

A little bit ago, last night…he won’t know the difference.

I place her phone on my chest and wait.

Daisy won’t tell me what’s going on with her—I know that for certain.

But her brother will.

Twenty-One

DAISY

My head pounds violently.I clench my eyes together and inhale.

Mmm. What is that smell?

I sniff again.

The scent is familiar, yet I can’t name it.

With my eyes still closed, I lean forward and inhale one more time.

“Can you stop sniffing me?”

My eyelids fly open, and I’m left to stare at two very defined pecs.

Great.

I quickly analyze the situation. One arm is wrapped around his annoyingly toned torso while my leg drapes over his lap. There’s something resting on my thigh that I can only assume is his hand and?—

“Trying to come up with an escape route?” he asks.

There’s no way out of this.

I barely lift a shoulder. “That or a plan on how to murder you and get away with it.”

Kane’s deep chuckle vibrates his chest. I finally get the nerve to peek at him, and all I’m left to stare at is his bobbing throat and stony jawline.

My lungs beg for air.

Space.

I need space.

I slowly begin to slide off his lap. My arm brushes against his bare skin, and his head snaps toward my movement.

He levels me with a dark glare. “Not a fucking chance.”

His hand disappears from my leg, and he grabs my arm with a firm grip to keep me in place.

Something flares so brightly within his dark eyes that I flush with heat.

“I’ve got you right where I want you, Daisy-Petal.”

My teeth sink onto my lip. I pull back on my arm, but he’s too strong for me on a good day, let alone a day where I’m weak.

Kane’s eyebrow raises. “You’re not going anywhere until you tell me what the hell that was last night.”

I quickly go over the events that led me to the scenario I currently find myself in: tangled up with my brother’s best friend who hates me.

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