Page 111 of Silver Fox Puck

I groan, grabbing my phone off the counter.

Jake.

Because of course.

Kenzie takes a very deliberate sip of coffee, smug as hell.

"You should probably answer that."

I glare at her. "You are enjoying this way too much."

Her smile is all teeth. "Obviously."

I scrub a hand down my face and answer.

"Yeah?"

"Damn, you sound like shit."

I grunt. "Appreciate that, Williams."

He snorts, voice turning suspicious. "Long night?"

He and I are going to have to have a private chat about his sister… and me.

Kenzie bites her lip to keep from laughing.

I clear my throat. Do not look at her. "Something like that."

"Well, wake the fuck up. We need to talk."

Right. Hockey. The reason I’m here.

Not her.

Not this.

Kenzie sets her coffee down, sliding past me toward the bedroom.

But before she disappears, she leans in close, voice low, just for me.

"Go do your coach thing, Silver Fox."

Then—she grabs the hem of my shirt she’s wearing, teasingly pulling it up like she might take it off—before smirking and walking away, leaving me standing there, completely melted.

"You still there, Maddox?"

Jake’s voice snaps me back to reality.

I grip the counter, trying to shake off the lingering effects of Kenzie’s teasing—her walking around in my shirt, that damn smirk, the way she feels too good in my space.

"Yeah, I’m here."

"Good. Because we need to talk."

"So you said. What’s this about? Practice?"

A pause.

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