Page 31 of Silver Fox Puck

My jaw locks. No. That would be fucking ridiculous. The odds are impossible Right?

I exhale, turning toward my office. Because I have real shit to focus on. And whoever the hell Jake’s sister is? She doesn’t matter.

The sounds of the locker room settle into the background as I shut the door behind me.

I need a damn minute.

The locker room was fine. Good energy. Solid introductions. Nothing unexpected. Except…

Kenzie.

I lean against the edge of my desk, arms crossed tight over my chest.

It’s just a name. A common one. And yet, it hit like a sucker punch to the ribs.

Jake’s little sister.

Kenzie.

Could it be—? No. No fucking way.

I shake my head, pushing off the desk. I need to let this shit go. I sit down, flip open my laptop, but my fingers drum restlessly against the desk.

For some goddamn reason, my thoughts won’t shift. They keep circling back to her. The Kenzie I met. The one who wrecked my body, my brain, and my control in a single night. The one I told myself to forget.

My jaw tightens. This is stupid. I have more important things to—

A sharp knock on the door.

I inhale slowly, schooling my expression before calling out, “Come in.”

The door swings open.

And just like that—

The world stops.

I fucking see her.

Kenzie.

Standing in my office doorway like a goddamn hallucination.

Hair still long and wavy, eyes still the sharpest green I’ve ever seen.

Mouth slightly parted, like she’s just as frozen as I am.

The world tilts and my stomach flips.

This isn’t just a name anymore.

It’s her.

It’s actually her.

Jake Williams’s little sister.

Kenzie.

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