Page 174 of End Game

“Not bad.”

She lifts her head and looks at me.

I sigh. “Difficult.”

Apparently everyone in my life has collectively decided I’m no longer allowed to describe myself as fine.

“I do love your family,” she says carefully. “At least these three.”

“I know.”

“I don’t want you to think I’m upset with your mom.”

“I don’t.”

“She really was trying.”

“I know that too.”

Cami studies my face for a few seconds. “But you’re still mad.”

“Yes.”

“That’s fair.”

I kiss the top of her head as she settles back against me.

In the front seat, Micah doesn’t comment.

Just as we’re pulling into our driveway, Cami’s phone starts ringing. She looks at the screen and smiles.

“It’s Griffin.”

“Answer it.”

She climbs out while answering, immediately launching into a report about brunch as she heads toward the house.

Micah shuts off the engine.

I don’t move immediately.

Snow has started falling again, small flakes catching in the sun.

For a few seconds, we sit in silence.

Then Micah turns enough to look back at me. “You good?”

“No.”

His smile appears immediately. “Progress.”

I roll my eyes and open the door.

Micah gets out at the same time, and we meet behind the car to grab the leftovers from the trunk.

Before he can grab anything, I close the distance between us and reach for the back of his neck again.

Micah stills beneath my hand.