Page 168 of Silver Fox Puck

I get it. It’s not that simple.

He will have to fight through hell for this.

But he doesn’t say that.

Because if there’s one thing he’s learned about me?

I don’t give up.

And neither can he.

“Okay,” he says finally. “I’ll make some calls.”

I nod firmly. “And I’ll reach out to some contacts too.”

Grant arches a brow. “Since when do you have legal contacts?”

I smirk. “I may just have a secret weapon.”

Grant chuckles despite himself.

He cups my face, letting his thumb skim over my cheekbone.

Then, voice lower—

“You’re in this with me?”

I give him a look.

“Grant.”

Like he’s an idiot for even asking. Like I couldn’t be anywhere else but here.

Then I lean up, pressing a kiss to his lips—soft, sure, final.

“We’re in this together.”

And for the first time since that phone call, Grant looks like he feels like maybe—just maybe—we’ll win.

I lean against the counter, watching as Grant paces the kitchen, phone pressed to his ear.

He’s been on the call for fifteen minutes.

And judging by the way his jaw keeps clenching, the conversation isn’t going well.

“Look, I don’t care what it costs,” he says, voice sharp. “I need the best, and I need them now.”

A pause.

His fingers drum against the counter.

I catch a glimpse of his expression in the window reflection.

Frustration.

Determination.

A man ready for war.

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