Page 171 of Silver Fox Puck

Threatening my daughter?

Using Olivia as leverage?

That’s where it ends.

Kenzie finds me in the kitchen early the next morning. She doesn’t say anything at first. Just walks over, slides into my space, presses a hand to my chest.

My body unwinds. I deeply exhale.

“You’re thinking too much,” she murmurs.

I let out a dry chuckle. “I don’t think that’s possible.”

Kenzie tilts her head, studying me. “Have you slept at all?”

I run a hand down my face.

“Didn’t have time.”

Kenzie arches a brow. “Bullshit.”

I grin despite myself.

But her expression softens.

“I know this is eating at you,” she says quietly.

I nod once.

“Because it’s not just about me.”

Kenzie steps closer.

“No,” she agrees. “It’s not. But you’re not alone in this, Grant. And you’re not fighting alone either.”

My chest tightens.

Because that?

That’s the thing that makes this feel possible.

***

Kenzie and I arrive at the law office, tension coiled tight in my chest.

The building is imposing—glass, steel, sharp edges. Everything about it screams power.

Good.

Because that’s exactly what we need.

Kenzie slips her fingers through mine, giving my hand a firm squeeze. A reminder. That I’m not walking into this fight alone.

I squeeze back.

Then, we step inside.

The receptionist leads us into a sleek conference room. The man waiting for us?

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