Page 414 of End Game

“You've been wound tight since he left,” Micah says. “Maybe longer.”

“I am not wound tight.”

I laugh.

Both of them look at me.

“Sorry.”

Ronan's eyes narrow.

Micah's mouth twitches.

Then he looks at me. “You want Dex?”

I swallow.

Look at Ronan.

He doesn't look away.

“Yes,” Ronan finally answers.

Micah nods once.

Then reaches for me.

His hand comes around the back of my neck, and he pulls me into a kiss.

Deep enough to ground me.

When he pulls back, his forehead touches mine. “Let him.”

My throat tightens. “You sure?”

“Yeah.”

Something passes over his face.

Not jealousy.

Maybe a little sadness.

Maybe just the same thing Micah has done since before any of us knew what we were building.

Make room.

Even when it costs him something.

I hate that about him sometimes.

Love it too.

“Go,” he says softly.

I look at Ronan.

Ronan stands. “Basement.”