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I double down. I smirk, reaching for a handful of popcorn. "I guess we’ll find out."

Allie groans again, throwing a pillow at my head. "Just don’t come crying to me when this blows up in your face."

I laugh, ducking the pillow before standing. Because I already know how to get what I want. And Kingston just became the perfect pawn.

I should rethink this. Listen to Allie. Walk away.

But I don’t. I grab my keys, swipe on a coat of lip gloss, and smile at my reflection.

Because if Grant thinks he’s won this game? He’s about to find out just how wrong he is.

"Are you really doing this?" Allie calls from the couch, arms folded over her baby bump, giving me the exact look Jake gets when he knows I’m about to cause trouble.

I turn, my smirk playful but determined. "Of course I am."

She sighs. "And what exactly is ‘this’?"

I grab my bag and shrug. "Just a little night out. No big deal."

"Right. And let me guess—you have zero idea where Grant will be tonight?"

I feign innocence. "Zero clue."

Allie rolls her eyes. "Kenzie."

I grab my jacket and blow her a kiss. "Love you, Mama Bear!"

"Don’t do anything stupid!" she calls after me.

But it’s too late. Because the second I step outside, into the cool Nashville night, I pull out my phone and fire off a text.

I pause.

I should correct him. But I don’t, just like I didn’t last time. Because I know exactly what’ll happen when Grant hears someone call me that.

I slide my phone into my clutch, my stomach flipping.

This is what I need.

A distraction. A pawn in my game. And if Grant Maddox happens to be at The Foundry tonight?

Well.

Let’s see if he still thinks he’s in control.

Chapter 11 – Grant

Idon’t get jealous.

At least, that’s the lie I’ve been telling myself for years. But the second I step into The Foundry, every bit of that bullshit goes up in flames.

Because she’s here. And she’s not alone. My jaw tightens. My steps slow.

She’s at a table near the bar, laughing at something Kingston just said. Her hand is resting lightly on his arm.

I shouldn’t care. But the moment Kingston leans in—just a little too close—something dark and territorial coils in my chest.

Jake’s voice cuts through my spiraling thoughts. "Dude, what the hell is your problem?"

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