Page 393 of End Game

Her legs wrap around my waist.

Arms around my neck.

Mouth on mine.

I laugh into the kiss. “Hi, Dollface.”

She kisses me again.

Harder.

Behind her, Griffin is laughing.

Ronan is standing several feet away, which is probably wise considering the incoming-Cami problem.

“She has been watching your flight tracker all afternoon,” Griffin says.

“I was not.”

“You refreshed it like one-hundred times.”

“Why are you counting?”

“Because you were sitting beside me.”

I set Cami down.

She keeps both fists twisted in my shirt.

Like I might escape.

“Missed me?”

“No.”

“Convincing.”

Her eyes narrow.

Then she kisses me again.

Ronan approaches once the risk of airborne girlfriend appears to have passed. “Welcome home.”

He doesn't hug me.

I don't hug him.

I bump my shoulder lightly against his instead.

Intentional.

Visible.

His mouth curves. “Chicago was productive?”

“You have no idea.”

“I've received seventy-six text messages about it.”