Page 200 of Silver Fox Puck

Grant groans, taking me in his arms and kissing my neck. He flips us so that his warm, muscular body is on top of mine.

One second, I’m teasing him—

The next, he’s caging me in beneath him, propped on his elbows, his dark eyes still heavy with sleep but full of something else.

Something that makes my pulse trip.

“Flight,” he mutters, voice still rough, still half-asleep.

“Silver Fox,” I whisper back, grinning.

His lips twitch, but he shakes his head.

“Not fair, using that against me before coffee.”

I laugh.

But before I can push him further, his phone buzzes on the nightstand.

His expression shifts.

Not panic.

Not frustration.

Just… awareness.

Like reality just crept back in.

Because today isn’t just about us.

It’s about Olivia.

I see it before he even moves.

The way his focus sharpens.

The way the weight of responsibility settles over him.

And instead of feeling left out—

I get it.

I understand that this is part of loving him.

That Olivia will always come first. And that’s exactly how it should be. So I nudge him.

“Go. See what’s up.”

Grant studies me for a beat.

Then—softly, like he’s memorizing this moment—

“Be right back.”

And I know he will be. Because this time, I’m not waiting for someone to leave. I’m waiting for him to come back.

I listen as Grant steps out of the room, phone in hand. His voice is low, steady—calm in a way that tells me he’s talking to Olivia.

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