Page 127 of Silver Fox Puck

About what it would mean to be with him.

Because Grant Maddox isn’t just one person.

He’s a package deal.

And I think I want the whole damn thing.

That thought should terrify me.

It should make me pause.

But instead?

I’m lying here, staring at my phone, hoping he texts me first.

Like some pathetic, emotional fool.

I groan, throwing my arm over my face.

What the hell is happening to me?

I should text.

I should just suck it up and send the damn message.

But instead, my fingers hover over Grant’s name before tapping on Allie’s instead.

Because if anyone can talk me through this emotional crisis, it’s her.

And I owe her an apology anyway.

"Well, well, well," Allie answers after two rings, teasing already. "Look who finally remembered she has a best friend."

I groan, shoving a pillow over my face.

"I know. I suck."

"Yeah, you do. I sat at brunch this morning like a loser, waiting for you to show up. What happened? Did you finally get arrested for tax fraud?"

"I told you—one mistake on my return does not make me a criminal."

"Mmm-hmm."

I snort, but my stomach tightens.

Because as much as I love bantering with her, I called for a reason.

"I’m sorry I bailed," I say, quieter now. "I really was going to come. But then… something happened."

Allie pauses.

I can practically hear her sitting up straighter.

"Oh?"

I exhale.

"I saw Grant today."

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