Page 118 of Silver Fox Puck

And from the look in his eyes, he wasn’t either.

But then—

He smirks.

A small one. Soft. Amused. Something else.

Something that makes my breath catch.

"That’s up to Kenzie," he murmurs.

And suddenly, the choice is mine.

I should say no. I shouldn’t step into this moment. Because this isn’t just grabbing ice cream.

This is something else.

Something bigger. Something that feels like a line I can’t uncross.

And yet—

I don’t let go of Olivia’s hand. And I don’t say no.

"You know what?" I say, forcing my voice to stay casual, even though my chest is a mess of emotions. "I think ice cream sounds like a solid life choice."

Olivia beams.

And just like that, it’s decided.

Grant watches me.

Quiet. Steady.

And there’s something in his expression—something almost unreadable.

Like he’s seeing something in me he wasn’t expecting.

Like he’s processing this moment just as much as I am.

But he doesn’t stop it.

Doesn’t say a word.

Just tilts his head, that small smirk still playing at his lips.

"Then let’s go."

The little bell chimes as we step into the ice cream shop, and Olivia practically vibrates with excitement beside me.

Grant?

He’s calm. Steady. But his eyes? They’re locked on me. Watching. Taking in every second of this.

And I know exactly why. Because this isn’t just about ice cream.

This is about me being here.

With her.

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