Page 35 of Silver Fox Puck

Then he walks out, leaving me alone.

With Grant.

I don’t move. Don’t breathe. The second Jake disappears Grant smirks.

And I want to punch him right in his perfect, smug, infuriating face. I exhale sharply, forcing my spine straight.

"Well, this is just great," I mutter, folding my arms.

Grant’s smirk deepens, like I just made his entire day. "I’d say it’s been an interesting morning."

I narrow my eyes. "Oh, you think this is funny?"

His gaze flickers with amusement. "Not funny. Just… unexpected."

My jaw tightens. Unexpected.

That’s one way to put it.

I step forward, lowering my voice. "What. The hell. Are you doing here?"

His head tilts, casual as ever. "Coaching."

I could throw something. Hard.

"Since when?" I snap, whispering my irritation.

"Officially? A few days."

My stomach tightens. "And before that?"

His dark eyes flicker with something unreadable. "Before that, I was making a decision."

I stare at him, incredulous. "A decision?"

He shrugs. "I had options, but I chose Nashville."

I hate how that gets to me. Because now my brain is spinning. What if he’d picked somewhere else? What if he’d never walked into this office? What if our night really had been the end of it?

My nails dig into skin as I clutch my arms tighter.

No. No, I’m not doing this.

I inhale sharply, forcing logic back into my body. This is fine. It’s fine. All I have to do is be normal. Professional. Indifferent.

Like nothing happened.

Like I don’t remember the weight of his hands on me.

Like I don’t remember the way his voice sounded when he murmured my name in the dark.

Like I don’t remember how his mouth felt everywhere.

I clear my throat, dragging my gaze away.

"You really didn’t know?" I mutter.

Grant leans back against the desk, arms crossing over his broad chest. "Didn’t have a clue when I took this job."

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