Page 70 of Silver Fox Puck

I can’t stand how easily he gets under my skin. How I still feel the heat of his hands on my arms. How I almost—almost—step back into his space.

Instead, I cross my arms. “So this is just a coincidence?”

He shrugs. “I was grabbing coffee next door.” He holds up his cup, like it proves his innocence. “Didn’t know I’d run into you.”

I narrow my eyes. Because something about that feels like a lie. Not a full lie. But maybe a stretched truth.

“Right,” I mutter, crossing my arms. “Well, I have places to be, so if you’ll excuse me—”

He moves just slightly.

Not enough to block me.

But enough that I have to acknowledge he’s still in my way.

“You going to keep avoiding me, Flight?”

I lift my chin. “I don’t avoid people.”

He chuckles, low and rough.

“Bullshit.”

I swallow. Because he’s right. And he knows it. So I do the only thing I can do. I lie.

“This was nothing, Silver Fox.” I force my voice to stay even. “You said no strings. So stop acting like there are any.”

Something shifts in his eyes. Something dark. Something knowing. Something that says he sees right through my bullshit.

But he doesn’t call me out on it. Not right away. Instead, he takes a slow sip of his coffee.

Then—

He smirks. And fucking winks.

“See you at the rink, Flight.”

And then he walks away. And I hate that my pulse is still racing.

Because I don’t even know if it’s from frustration or something else entirely.

Chapter 14 – Grant

Kenzie thinks she’s won.

Thinks she got the last word. That she can outrun this. Outrun me.

But she’s wrong. Because I’m still here. And once I set my sights on something—someone—I never fucking lose.

I tighten my grip on the steering wheel, my eyes locked on my phone screen.

Nothing.

No reply.

Not to my first text.

Not to my second.

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