Page 87 of Maximum Dare
It didn’t make any sense.
I thought back to my first time at the Waldorf, where I’d tried to hand Ted the invite as proof I had signed up. He’d looked back at me with confusion because all the members had signed up online.
Yet the invitation had fit inside the envelope.
Ted called to me. “We’re ready to go, Daisy!”
I stared at Morgan’s retreating back. She was already wandering off in her elegant heels with her phone in hand—ready to film the show.
What reason would Max have had to give me that invite? The truth caused me to wobble sideways and hit my back against the wall.
“Steady,” said Ted. “It’s only a fashion show.”
Isnapped my phone to my ear. “Daisy?”
Whenever I heard her voice, a sense of wellbeing saturated my body and a rush of blood went to my head. I’d be seeing her soon.
I stepped back from the lift and stood in the hall, not wanting the call to drop.
“Max,” she said. Her voice was shaky.
“Is everything all right?”
“I need to ask you something…”
“Where are you?”
“Soho. I’m with the Dare Club. It’s my second to last challenge. We’re doing a charity fashion event.”
“Sounds safe enough.”This time.
I’d be happy when the last one was over and this debacle was behind her.
“I need to see you.”
“Can you join me for dinner at the Waldorf?”
“Yes.”
“Wear something pretty.”
“I’m having a problem getting my makeup off. It’s waterproof.”
“We’ll get a private table. Or we can eat in my room. See how you feel when you get here. I bet you look beautiful.”
“I look ridiculous.”
“Don’t change a thing. Come as you are.”
“It’s not what you think…” Her voice wavered in and out and the phone lost its connection.
“Still there?” I walked over to the window. The bright moon bathed the clouds in silvery light. London wasn’t such a bad city after all.
“Max, I have something to ask you.”
“Want to tell me what it is?”
The line went dead.
