Page 230 of End Game

“Oh.” Her smile changes. “Yes.”

I laugh. “That sounded decisive.”

“Because it is.” She looks toward the stairs before turning back to me. “I control everything, Cami.”

“I've noticed.”

She laughs.

Then her expression softens.

“My job. The house. Calendars. Wedding planning. Everyone's schedules. Half the time my brain is already calculating three things ahead of whatever I'm actually doing.”

I nod.

I understand that part, even if we do it differently.

“With Jeremiah especially, I don't have to do that. When we're actually in a scene, and I trust him to take over, I can stop.”

“Stop what?”

“Managing. Thinking.”

The words land harder than I expect.

Alexis shrugs. “It's not that I become helpless or don't have choices. It's the opposite. I choose to hand the decisions over for a while.”

I think about Ronan telling me what to do.

About the way his voice sometimes empties my brain before his hands even touch me.

“Yeah,” I say quietly. “I get that.”

Alexis smiles. “Come on.”

She leads me upstairs.

I expect the men to be finished.

They aren't.

The first thing I see when we reach the doorway is Carter leaning against one wall, looking entertained, while Jeremiah and Ronan stand several feet apart with their phones out.

Micah is beside a wall of hanging impact toys.

Of course he is.

Ronan looks up when I enter.

His eyes find mine.

There is something in them that makes heat roll straight down my spine.

Oh, fuck.

He has ideas—I know that look.

Micah sees me next. His gaze drops briefly over my body and then returns to my face.