Page 182 of End Game

“Don’t drop her,” I tell him.

Dex breaks the kiss and stares at me. “You are so romantic.”

“I’m a paramedic.”

Cami straightens. “Apparently there’s a parallel there.”

Then Dex spots Ronan approaching from the kitchen.

“Oh, perfect.”

Ronan stops several feet away. “No.”

“But… mistletoe.”

“No.”

“What if I ask nicely?”

Ronan raises an eyebrow. “Still no.”

Dex sighs and pouts, but then says, “Consent is sexy.”

“Yes,” Ronan says.

“And I guess rejection is survivable.”

“Also correct.”

Dex steps aside solemnly. “Health communication. Merry fucking Christmas.”

I almost make it through the door safely.

Then he moves back underneath the mistletoe.

“No.”

“Griffin.”

“I will throw you into the yard with your dragon.”

Dex grins. “You’re afraid you’d like it.”

“I am not afraid of anything about you.”

From the couch, Micah tells him, “Leave him alone.”

Dex moves with a dramatic sigh.

Cami moves and catches my hand before I can get through. “Wait.”

I glance up at the mistletoe.

Her smile is soft. “It’s like Christmas law.”

“That isn’t a thing.”

“Shut up.” She wraps both arms around my neck.