Page 142 of Silver Fox Puck

“So,” Jake says, “I just have one question.”

I brace. “What?”

A pause.

Then—

“Are you happy?”

I exhale, my chest tightening in a way that feels a lot like love.

I nod, smiling softly. “Yeah, Jake. I really am.”

Another pause.

Then—reluctantly—

“Okay. I’ll back off.”

I let out a relieved breath. “Thank you.”

“But if he screws this up, I reserve the right to beat his ass.”

I grin. “Duly noted.”

Jake sighs again. “Goddamn your Silver Fox.”

I burst out laughing.

Because if my brother is resorting to my nickname for Grant, I think I just won.

The second I hang up with Jake, my phone buzzes again.

I glance at the screen and groan.

Talia.

With a sigh, I answer. “Please tell me you’re calling to say you booked us a girls’ trip somewhere warm and far away.”

Talia snorts. “Nope. But I am calling to say you have exactly five seconds to tell me everything before I lose my damn mind.”

I close my eyes. “You’re worse than Jake.”

“You’re damn right I am,” she says. “I don’t have to pretend to be all supportive and reasonable like big brothers do. I get to be nosy as hell. I want minute by minute updates!”

I pinch the bridge of my nose. “I literally just got home.”

“Perfect. That means you have time.”

I sigh, sinking onto the couch. “Fine. What do you want to know?”

Talia makes a dramatic thinking sound. “Hmm. Let’s start with: everything.”

I choke. “Jesus, Talia.”

She cackles. “What? I need to know.”

I rub my temples. “Okay, I think our connection is going deeper.”

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