Page 151 of Silver Fox Puck

Like he’s just been waiting for me to catch up.

I don’t realize I’m gripping the hem of my shirt until my knuckles turn white.

I should say it back. It’s the truth.

But instead, my voice comes out small, shaky.

“What about Olivia?”

Grant doesn’t even blink.

“What about her?”

I exhale sharply. “This isn’t just about us, Grant. You have a daughter. You have—”

“A life,” he finishes for me. “Yeah. And I want you in it.”

I stare at him, my stomach flipping.

It’s so simple for him. So matter-of-fact. Like the answer has been there all along, just waiting for me to see it.

I swallow. “I just—”

“I know you’re scared, Kenz.” His voice is low, steady. “I get it. But I’m not asking for a maybe. I’m not asking for a half-answer.”

He takes a step closer, his presence all-consuming.

“I love you. And I’m all in.” His voice drops even lower. “The only question is—are you?”

My chest tightens.

Because I am.

I know I am.

But the fear still lingers—the what-ifs, the doubts, the walls I’ve spent my whole life building.

And Grant?

He’s asking me to let them all go.

My chest is tight.

Everything in me is screaming to run.

Not because I don’t love him. I do.

But because this is the part where it gets real.

The part where I can’t hide behind flirty banter or casual hookups or pretending this is anything less than what it is.

Everything.

Grant watches me, his gaze steady, patient, but unwavering.

He’s not going to push. He’s not going to beg.

Because that’s not who he is.

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