Page 75 of Rush the Edge

Never mind the fact that this is a form of betrayal, but he called her?

I flex my jaw. “You have her number?”

Since when does he havehernumber? Did she give it to him?

Shit, maybe I am a little drunk.

“Jesus Christ.” Malaki presses my phone into my chest, and I quickly shove it into my pocket. “I grabbed her number from your phone. You’ve got that crazy look in your eye that you get on the ice, which is exactly why I called her to come get you to leave.”

“You called herto get me to leave?” I laugh through the anger. “Yeah, nice try, but I’m not leaving.” I turn to Daisy. “Especially with her.”

Malaki shakes his head.

I hope he chokes on his defeat.

Suddenly, he’s tossing his keys to Daisy. “Here.”

She catches them with ease.

“You get him home. I’ll catch a ride with your Uber…” He turns to a random woman who I’m just now seeing.

“Her name is Reese,” Daisy says. “And you better tip her well, Malaki.”

“You get him home”—he nods at me as if I’m not standing a foot away from him—“and I’ll give Reese whatever she wants.”

Beneath the brim of her hat, Daisy crooks her eyebrow at me. Malaki’s keys swing around and around her finger, and it’s clear she’s waiting for me to make a move toward the exit.

My blood sings with her attention on me, which is never a good thing.

I narrow my gaze, and she mimics me.

“I’m not ready to go,” I say, just to see what she’ll do.

Her nose wrinkles with disgust. “You’re more than ready to go. Come on.”

“Make me.”

Why the fuck am I playing games with her? Again?

“Kane,” she warns.

I smirk. “Daisy.”

She sighs with annoyance.

I know I have her interest, because she glances around the casino like she’s trying to come up with a plan to get me to leave. Little does she know, I’m not leaving until she begs me to.

“Should we play another game, little devil? Maybe you can redeem your loss from the other night?” I reach forward and grab a hold of her chin to tip her face for a better look. “Oh wait. You didn’t really lose, did you?”

Daisy’s cheeks burst with embarrassment. Or anger. Maybe both.

She slaps my hand away, and I can’t help but chuckle.

Meeting one of my brother’s high rollers tonight in order to pay him off might just have been worth it to end it with Daisy scowling at me.

“You want to play more games, Kane?” Daisy shakes her head. “Haven’t you played enough games for tonight?”

I pretend to think. “Not yet.”

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