Page 50 of Rush the Edge
I stop abruptly when black-and-white stripes slip into the picture.
My least favorite referee appears beside her.
Wes.
My fingers tingle inside my gloves.
I’d love to punch his smug face, especially when he singles me out on the ice. Even more so now that he’s hovering over Daisy.
The outer parts of my vision tint with anger when Wes’s hand slips around Daisy’s waist. He helps her throw a trident over the glass.
Don’t do anything in haste, Kane.
I picture myself ramming into him so hard he smashes into the glass, but I can’t do that.
I can’t let my irritation over Daisy bleed onto the ice and ruin the only thing I have keeping me afloat.
A fuming breath erupts from my mouth as I reel myself in.
I stop right beside Daisy, my skates digging into the ice between us. If I went an inch farther, I'd have bumped into her. I would have saved her from falling on the ice, but I may have accidentally choked Wes in the process.
Lost opportunity.
“Look who it is…my favorite referee,” I grit.
Wes smirks, knowing he’s already under my skin. Daisy, on the other hand, looks startled. Her pretty pink lips part, and I can’t stop staring at the blue shimmer on her high cheekbones.
“Nice outfit.” I snort.
Her eyebrows cave but only for a split second.
The next, they’re rising to her hairline with shock because I quickly steal the rest of the tridents out of her hand and toss most over the glass to various fans.
“It’s not nice to steal things that don’t belong to you,” Daisy scolds me, yet she keeps her pretty smile on her face for the eyes watching us.
I play nice for the same reason she is and smile. “It’s not the first time I’ve stolen something from you, is it?”
Her lips part as she sucks in a sharp breath.
Seeing her cheeks ripen makes my entire night.
Wes leans forward, but I cut him off before he can put his nonsense into the mix.
“Did you hear that, Stripes?” I slowly skate backward. “Shouldn’t steal things that aren’t yours.”
His gaze slides to Daisy before circling back to me. I raise an eyebrow.You get it? Leave her alone.
Not waiting for his silent answer, I skate toward Ellie, Rhodes’s daughter, and throw her the last foam trident. She screams with glee, and I wink at her.
When I turn around to head toward center ice, I catch Daisy climbing off the ice, but not before she gives one more wave to the crowd and a scathing glare over at me.
Nineteen
DAISY
I havenine text messages waiting for me on my phone when the game is over. Luckily, with my new costume, courtesy of Reese, the zipper doesn’t get stuck, and I’m able to slip out of it and head home before anyone can corner me.
By anyone, I mean Kane.
