Page 228 of End Game

“Good.”

I raise an eyebrow.

Jeremiah shrugs. “People who don't know what they don't know make me nervous.”

On that, we agree.

“Alexis is interested too,” he adds.

“In shibari?”

“Rope in general. The restraint, obviously, but she's interested in the mental side of it too.”

“Meditation through restriction,” Micah suggests.

Jeremiah looks at him. “Yes.”

Carter looks at Jeremiah and then gestures between all of us. “I feel like this conversation just became substantially more expensive.”

Jeremiah nods at him. “I know someone.”

“An instructor?” I ask.

“Professional rigger. He teaches.”

Micah straightens.

Jeremiah glances at Carter. “You've said you'd learn.”

Carter shrugs. “I'm interested. I also strongly prefer being taught how not to hurt her in the process.”

“A reassuring minimum standard,” I offer with a smile.

“Thank you.”

“If it's four riggers and two bottoms,” Jeremiah continues, “he might be willing to do private instruction.”

“Cami would do it,” Micah says.

“She would.” There is no uncertainty in my answer.

Jeremiah takes out his phone. “I'll reach out.”

“Well, that escalated quickly,” I point out.

“And I'll pay.”

“No.”

Jeremiah looks at me.

Carter exhales. “Oh, good. Here we go.”

“There are six adults participating,” I say. “There is no reason for you to pay for all of them.”

“There is if I'm the one setting it up. And the money is nothing for me.”

“That is not how shared expenses work.”