Page 35 of End Game

Cami’s schedule is almost always flexible.

So I might as well be part of whatever happens today, too.

I hear people moving in the main part of the house, so I throw on sweatpants and a t-shirt and head out to be part of our little poly-family.

Hearing Cami laugh through Ronan’s bedroom door ignites a spark of jealousy.

Funny, how knowing he slept with her is fine, but him making her laugh? That’s where my nervous system goes haywire.

Taking a deep breath, I drag a hand through my hair and head toward the kitchen where I can hear Dex and Micah, and I can smell bacon and coffee.

They both look at me with caution in their eyes, but then—true to character—Dex decides to go with humor.

“So, how is Dad doing with the entrance of the Dungeon Daddy?”

I can’t help the roll of my eyes as I smile. “Dad is doing fine, thanks for asking.”

Micah, trying to play mediator, places a hand on Dex’s back and then looks to me. “Coffee?”

“Yes, please.”

“You do realize he didn’t yell at me for calling him Dad, right?” Dex asks Micah.

“He is still standing right here,” I point out dryly.

“You’re really okay, aren’t you?” Dex observes.

“Surprisingly, I think I am.”

Micah hands me my coffee, exactly how I would make it, and it’s one of many moments where I realize intimacy is not just sex. I am very much a part of this polycule, regardless of the fact I’m only sleeping with Cami.

“I texted Ronan. They’ll probably be out by the time we’re done making food,” Micah informs me.

“It smells great.” I smile at him.

Both of them seem leery of the fact that I am okay, but I really am.

Dex starts mixing pancake batter, while Micah works on eggs. The two of them work well together.

They’ve been doing it for years—it just feels different now.

Soon, I hear Cami’s and Ronan’s voices coming down the hall.

As I’m seated on one of the bar stools at the island, they have to walk past me.

Cami’s hand brushes my back, while Ronan’s grazes her arm as she stops next to me and he continues to his coffee setup.

She smiles at me as she turns toward me and takes the stool next to me. “I thought you were working today.”

I study her face. She looks relaxed. Her eyes are bright. “I was supposed to, but it was a late night, and there was a lot going on here.”

Her eyes narrow, and I can tell she’s trying to read more into it than there is.

“Seriously, Cami, I figured we might need to talk about what happened yesterday some more, or just generally all be there for each other today.”

“Look, Dad is growing up,” Dex teases, and I shoot him a glare.

Her arm loops around mine, and she leans into me slightly. “I’m glad you’re here.”