Page 1 of Silver Fox Puck

Chapter 1 – Kenzie

This is familiar.

Same setup, different skyline.

And I love it.

Layovers are my escape.

A world built on endings. Goodbyes printed right on the itinerary.

A space where I get to be whoever I want—just for the night.

The flirting. The midnight laughs. The thrill of something that never becomes anything else.

It’s always been enough.

I sip my whiskey slow, the burn curling deep in my chest as I scan the bar—low lights, leather booths, soft music sliced by laughter.

A pack of men in sharp suits, laughing too loud. Flashy watches catching the low light.

A woman in a sleek black dress perched on the arm of a chair, her laugh soft and strategic, her bare ring finger tilted just right.

A solo traveler a few seats down, scrolling his phone, swirling the last of his drink like he’s trying to make it interesting.

I swirl the straw in my own glass and let my eyes move.

Nothing new. Nothing tempting.

Nothing—

Well. One exception.

Him.

Far end of the bar.

Alone. Tall. Broad. Unmoving.

He’s not scrolling. Not fidgeting. Not pretending to be too busy for attention.

He’s just… existing.

And somehow, he’s still the most magnetic thing in the whole damn room.

His suit?

Charcoal. Immaculate. Cut to his shoulders like it was tailored in a fever dream.

The kind that whispers quiet power.

Like the universe hand-delivered me a mistake in designer packaging

His gaze drifts—slow, unhurried—until it lands on me.

And stays.

No smirk. No swagger. No sleaze.

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