Page 192 of Silver Fox Puck

“How do you feel?”

Grant exhales.

He should feel lighter. He should feel free. And in a way, I think he does.

But there’s something else, too.

Something he doesn’t know how to explain.

So he just says—

“I don’t know.”

I nod, like I understand.

And then? I step closer. My hands slide up his chest, resting over his heart. And when I speak—it’s not rushed.

Not pushing. Just me.

“I do.”

Grant’s throat tightens. Because he knows what I mean. He sees it in my eyes.

And when I lean in, pressing a kiss to his jaw, whispering against his skin—

“I’m proud of you, Silver Fox.”

Something in him breaks.

And this might be the first time ever that he lets himself lean on someone else.

I don’t rush him. Don’t tell him to snap out of it. Don’t try to fill the silence with empty words. I just stay close. Grounding him. Letting him feel everything. And maybe that’s why, when he finally speaks, it’s honest.

“I didn’t think I’d win.”

My head tilts slightly. My fingers brush over his chest, enjoying the feel of him.

“You never thought you had a chance?”

Grant swallows.

“I thought I’d fight like hell. But Lauren…” He shakes his head. “She’s always found a way to twist things.”

I don’t argue. Because I know. I’ve seen it. I was in that courtroom.

“But you did win,” I say simply.

Grant meets my gaze.

And I know—

I’m not just talking about Olivia.

I’m talking about him.

About this.

He exhales, dragging a hand through his hair.

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