Page 193 of End Game

Griffin groans at the overused phrase.

My phone buzzes again.

Dex

eleven thirty update

I have been proposed to twice

one was a woman

one was a man named steve

I said no to both because I am TAKEN and also steve was wearing plastic shoes

Micah

Your standards are inspiring

Three dots appear immediately.

Dex

I HAVE STANDARDS

they are low but they are load bearing

ps tell ronans sexy ass happy new year for me if I die here

Heat climbs the back of my neck.

I turn my phone face down.

Ronan looks at me. “What did he say?”

“Nothing useful.”

Cami looks at me. “That means it was about one of us.”

“It was about Ronan,” I admit.

Ronan’s eyebrows rise.

I sigh and hand him the phone.

He reads the message and his mouth twitches. “Tell him plastic shoes are not, by themselves, sufficient grounds to reject a proposal.”

Griffin looks over. “You’re defending the shoe choice?”

“No. I’m defending methodological rigor.”

Cami laughs.

I take my phone back and type exactly that.

Dex replies with approximately twelve vomiting emojis.

The conversation drifts after that.