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I know she’s been doubting me. Know she’s been wondering if I’m going to walk away.

My chest tightens. Fuck that.

Before she can say anything else, I step inside, close the door behind me, and cup her face with both hands.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Kenzie sucks in a sharp breath, but she doesn’t pull away.

“You sure?” she whispers, voice small, like she’s bracing for the worst.

My thumb sweeps over her cheekbone, my voice low, firm. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

She exhales, something breaking in her expression.

“I had a meeting with the PR team,” I say, watching her reaction. “They gave me an option—stay quiet and let this die out… or own it.”

Kenzie swallows, tension returning to her posture. “And?”

“I’m owning it.” My fingers flex against her jaw. “I don’t want to protect my career at the cost of losing you.”

She draws a slow breath, her eyes searching mine, lips trembling slightly.

“I need you to be sure,” she whispers. “Because once you say it publicly, there’s no undoing it.”

I lean in, my forehead brushing hers.

“I want the whole damn world to know you’re mine, Kenzie.”

A sharp inhale.

Then—she’s kissing me.

Fierce, desperate, her hands fisting in my shirt, pulling me in like she’s trying to absorb the weight of my words.

And me?

I let her.

Let her feel everything I can’t put into words.

Let her know, without a single doubt, that I’m all in.

Chapter 36 – Grant

The conference room is packed.

I expect it, but that doesn’t make the weight of it any lighter.

Reporters are crammed into seats, cameras set up in neat little rows, every eye in the room locked on me.

My team’s PR director sits off to the side, hands folded, watching with that neutral expression that says, Don’t fuck this up.

I won’t.

Because I’m done hiding.

I step up to the podium, place both hands flat against it, and scan the room.

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