Page 193 of Silver Fox Puck

I watch him carefully. Then—softly, I say—

“What happens now?”

Grant doesn’t hesitate. “Now I make sure Olivia knows she’ll always have me.”

My lips curve, just slightly. “She already does, Grant.”

And somehow, he believes me, this man who came into my life like a hurricane and stayed when he didn’t have to.

And maybe for the first time in his life, the future doesn’t feel uncertain. It just feels… right.

The parking lot is nearly empty now.

The storm—the legal battle, the tension, the weight of it all—is finally over.

But Grant?

He’s still standing here.

I squeeze his hand. A small thing. But it grounds him. Pulls him out of his head. Reminds him that he’s not doing this alone.

I tilt my chin up, watching him like I’m figuring something out. Then, softly, “Come home with me.”

Grant’s chest tightens. Not because he doesn’t want to.

But because…

When was the last time someone asked him to stay?

He exhales, shaking his head.

“You sure you want me there?” His voice is rough, teasing.

I smirk.

“Pretty sure you’ve been living there half the time anyway, Silver Fox.”

A breath of laughter escapes him.

Because I’m right. And we both know it.

I step closer, pressing against him. No walls between us. No second-guessing.

Just me, offering him something real.

“I don’t want you going home to an empty house tonight,” I say, voice softer now. “I want you with me.”

Grant studies me.

The certainty in my expression. The way I’ve already decided.

And he has to know someone isn’t just choosing him in the moment—

I’m choosing him for the long haul.

He brushes a hand along my jaw, his fingers lingering.

Then, just as softly—

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