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It’s about a man who is so much more than I ever let myself consider. And that?

Scares the absolute shit out of me. Because I don’t do serious. I don’t do commitment. And I sure as hell don’t fall for men with responsibilities I don’t fit into.

I need to leave. I need to get out of here before he sees me. Before I have to face the fact that I am well and truly fucked. My pulse pounds.

I take one step back. Then another.

Then—

I turn and bolt. Because if I stay, I’ll have to admit what I already know. I don’t want just his body. I don’t want just another night.

I want him.

And I have no idea what the hell to do about it.

Chapter 16 – Grant

Ishould be focused.

Practice is wrapped up. The team is slowly filtering off the ice, bantering, shoving each other, business as usual. Lauren was on time to pick up Olivia, doing her best to make it seem like me spending time with my own daughter was her doing me a favor. But even that doesn’t stick in my thoughts for long.

But my mind? Nowhere near this rink. Because I saw her.

Kenzie.

Standing at the top of the bleachers. Watching me. Watching Olivia. And then?

She ran.

No questions. No confrontation. Not even a damn text. Just turned and bolted like her life depended on it.

I exhale slowly, raking a hand through my damp hair, trying to settle the frustration clawing through my chest.

I knew this was coming. Kenzie doesn’t just avoid things—she flees. It’s what she does. And I let her do it last time. But not this time.

Not when she saw Olivia. Not when she’s trying to pretend like what happened between us was just sex. Not when I know she felt it too.

I drag my towel across the back of my neck, rolling out my shoulders.

I could let this go. Could let her pretend. Could wait until she decides she’s ready to face whatever the hell this is between us. But the thing is?

I’m not a patient man. Especially not when it comes to her.

I glance at my watch. Then at my phone. Then in the direction of the arena doors, where she disappeared. My gut tightens. She didn’t even stop to think—just bolted like she couldn’t get away fast enough. Like the sight of Olivia was too much. Like I was too much.

At that thought, my decision is made. She can run all she wants. But I don’t let things go. Not when they matter. I change into jeans and a long sleeve tee, and grab my jacket.

The second I step outside, I pull out my phone and tap her name.

Kenzie’s text thread glares back at me.

Nothing.

No response. Not even a read receipt.

I smirk, slipping into my car and throwing it into drive.

Fine, Flight. Keep running. See how far it gets you.

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