Page 52 of Silver Fox Puck

Is Grant Maddox.

I freeze. It’s not possible. It’s not fair.

I haven’t even had time to convince myself I don’t miss him, and now he’s just… here?

Looking all relaxed and aloof in a Nashville Eagles hoodie and dark jeans—like the universe is mocking me.

Like it knew I was trying to move on and threw a six-foot-four roadblock in my way. His arms are crossed. His head tilts slightly. And when his gaze locks onto mine, his mouth curves into a slow, knowing smirk.

“Fancy seeing you here, Flight.”

It’s so cheesy, I should laugh. I’m too busy being irritated at him.

This interaction cannot be happening. I grip my suitcase handle, inhale slowly, and try to convince myself I’m hallucinating.

Because Grant Maddox is not standing in the middle of the airport, looking like every poor life decision I’ve ever made wrapped in a six-foot-four Greek God.

But when I take another step, his smirk deepens.

Which means I am so screwed.

I school my face into something neutral and keep walking, even as my pulse kicks up.

“What are you doing here?”

He lifts his coffee cup in a lazy gesture. “Picking someone up.”

I blink. “You? Personally picking someone up? Not sending an intern?”

His smirk never wavers. “Some things require a personal touch.”

My stomach tightens.

Because I have no idea if he’s talking about work or something else entirely.

And I hate that my body reacts either way.

I swallow hard, straightening my spine. “Well, I just landed. So I need to—”

“Yo, Coach!”

A voice cuts through the tension, and my head snaps toward the baggage claim area.

Because walking toward us, duffel bag slung over his shoulder, wearing the biggest shit-eating grin I’ve ever seen—

Is Kingston.

I internally groan.

Of all the players on the Eagles, it had to be him.

Not Jake, who would at least be clueless. Not some random rookie, who wouldn’t care.

No.

It had to be Kingston. The one who notices everything. And when his gaze flicks between Grant and me, his grin widens.

“Ohhh,” he hums, stopping right in front of us. “Now this is interesting.”

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