Page 125 of Silver Fox Puck

Not this time.

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I should be asleep.

Olivia is down for the night.

The house is quiet.

There’s no reason for me to still be awake.

And yet—

I’m staring at my damn ceiling.

Thinking about her.

Again.

I exhale roughly, shoving a hand through my hair.

This isn’t me.

I don’t let my mind get caught in what-ifs.

But Kenzie changed something.

Shifted something.

And I don’t know how to shift it back.

My phone buzzes on my nightstand.

I freeze.

Because for one stupid, reckless second, I think it’s her.

But when I grab it—

It’s not.

It’s Lauren.

A text. Short. To the point:

I stare at the screen.

Because of course.

Of course, she would text me now. Of course, she would sense the moment things are starting to feel good again.

She always does.

I tap out a response.

Three dots appear.

Then:

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