Page 201 of Silver Fox Puck

And something about that? About him slipping so effortlessly into dad mode?

It undoes me in the best possible way. I exhale, running a hand through my hair, trying to ground myself. Because this isn’t just a casual morning after.

It’s a glimpse into my future.

Into what life with Grant really means.

And instead of feeling trapped?

Instead of feeling like I’m giving something up?

I feel settled.

Like this was always supposed to happen.

I get up, slipping into one of Grant’s discarded shirts before heading for the kitchen.

Coffee.

I need coffee.

I need a distraction from the way my heart is slowly, dangerously turning itself over to this man completely.

But the second I’m pouring a mug, I hear it.

His voice.

Softer now.

Warm.

Laced with a kind of love I’ve never known before.

“I’ll see you soon, baby girl.”

I grip the counter.

Because damn it.

That does something to me.

Not in a jealous way.

Not in an I-want-that-too way.

But in a this is what he deserves, and I want to be part of it way.

Later, Grant steps into the kitchen.

Freshly showered, towel still draped around his neck, eyes locked on me like he knows where my mind went.

“You okay?”

I blink.

And then, without thinking, I just say it.

“Yeah. I just really love you.”

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