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"Do you?"

I let out a slow breath, press my forehead against his.

"Yeah," I whisper. "I do."

And I actually mean it.

Chapter 25 – Grant

Iwake up slowly.

Which is wrong. I never sleep this deep. Not since I retired from playing, not since I took on coaching, not since—

Shit.

Last night.

Kenzie.

My body tenses before my brain fully catches up.

My arms tighten around—

Nothing.

The bed is cold beside me. The sheets empty. And that’s all it takes for my stomach to fucking drop.

She left.

Of course, she did. I should have known better. Should have—

Then I smell coffee.

It takes me half a second to register it. Rich, dark, fresh. Not hotel coffee. Not the cheap, watered-down shit I make when I’m in a rush.

It’s hers.

I exhale, rubbing a hand down myface mypulse still beating faster than it should. She’s here. She didn’t run.

When she walks into the room looking effortlessly sexy… and hesitant… I sigh. This is hard. For both of us.

“This isn’t casual, Flight.”

Her face softens, then, eyes trailing over my bare chest before snapping up to meet my gaze. She looks vulnerable as she says, “I know.”

She tilts her head at me, inviting me to join her in heading back to the kitchen.

I get busy finding mugs and creamer.

And when she starts to make breakfast, the sight in front of me damn near knocks me flat.

Kenzie, standing at the stove.

An oversized t-shirt swallowing her frame, bare legs peeking out from beneath the hem.

One foot tucked behind the other, hips swaying slightly as she hums to herself.

Completely at home.

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