Page 115 of Silver Fox Puck

But my feet aren’t moving.

Because I’m still standing here, staring like a damn lunatic as Grant Maddox—gruff, dominant, grumpy as hell Grant Maddox—crouches down beside his daughter, talking to her in a way that makes my chest ache.

Like she’s the center of his universe. Like nothing else in the world matters more than what she’s saying. And maybe it’s the way his eyes soften when she laughs. Or maybe it’s the way he fixes the bow on one of her pigtails without her even noticing.

But I feel it.

That little click inside my chest.

The terrifying realization that I already love this man.

I suck in a breath, forcing myself to step back.

Because I am not ready for this.

Because this is a whole new level of serious, and I did not sign up for it.

Because Olivia isn’t just some abstract idea anymore—she’s real. She’s a tiny, adorable, giggling, ponytail-wearing reminder that Grant isn’t just a man I’m falling for. He’s a father. A father with an ex, custody battles, and a whole world I know nothing about.

And what if I screw this up?

What if I walk into his life and fuck everything up for him and Olivia?

What if I get attached?

Worse—what if she does?

I take another step back. But my body isn’t cooperating. Because I don’t want to leave. I want to stay. I want to walk up to them, to him. I want to see the way he looks at her up close.

I want to hear the way his voice changes when he talks to her. I want to know if she has his smile.

But I can’t do that. Because this moment isn’t mine to take.

Deep breath.

Turn around.

Leave.

It’s the only thing that makes sense.

So I do it.

I turn on my heel, forcing my legs to move, putting distance between me and the scene unfolding in front of me.

I make it five steps.

Six.

Seven.

And then—

"Kenzie?"

Shit.

I freeze.

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