Page 94 of Silver Fox Puck

Her brows pull together. “Grant—”

I exhale, forcing my voice to stay even.

“Go home, Kenzie.”

She stills.

The air between us is thick, charged, pulsing with everything we haven’t said yet.

She licks her lips. “What?”

I don’t repeat myself.

I just wait.

Let her process. Let her realize exactly what this means.

Because I’m not playing this game anymore.

If she wants me—she has to choose me. All the way.

And until she does?

I’m not making this easy for her.

Chapter 21 – Kenzie

Iwake up too hot, too restless, and too pissed off at myself.

For dreaming about him.

For hearing his voice in my head, all deep and controlled, telling me to go home like I was some lost little thing who needed direction.

“Go home, Kenzie.”

My jaw clenches.

I roll over, burying my face in the pillow, as if that’ll erase the memory.

It doesn’t.

Because all I see is his face when he stepped back.

All I hear is the weight in his voice, the unspoken message underneath it.

If I want him, I have to be the one to prove it now.

And I have no idea how to handle that.

For a few blissful seconds, I let myself pretend none of it happened.

That I didn’t go to the rink.

That I didn’t stand there like an idiot, searching for words.

That he didn’t look at me like he was done chasing.

I exhale hard, forcing myself up.

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