Page 51 of Silver Fox Puck

"So, when are you seeing him again?"

I jolt. "What—never. It’s done."

"Uh-huh."

"It is!"

She sips her coffee, completely unimpressed.

I grit my teeth. "Allie, I swear to—"

"Was it good?" she interrupts.

I blink. "What?"

"The sex," she says, deadpan. "Was it good?"

I glare. "I hate you."

"That’s not an answer."

I pick up my coffee. "It was fine."

She cackles.

I roll my eyes. "It was fine."

"Oh my God, you’re lying."

"I’m not!"

She leans in. "Kenzie."

I huff. "It was… very good. Okay? Whatever. Moving on."

Allie smirks. "Moving on, huh?" She lifts a brow. "Then why do you look like someone who just got run over by a truck full of bad decisions and unresolved sexual tension?"

I groan, dragging both hands down my face. "Because I hate you."

"That’s not an answer."

I grab my coffee, take a long, slow sip, and glare at her over the rim. "Fine. Maybe I hate me, too."

Allie smirks. "Yeah, Kenz. That sounds about right."

Chapter 10 – Kenzie

Iyank my suitcase off the plane, move through the jet bridge, and force myself to focus.

A normal layover.

A normal return home.

A normal damn life.

But when I step into the terminal, my stomach drops.

Because standing near baggage claim, leaning against a pillar like he owns the whole damn airport—

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