Page 47 of End Game

“I was agreeing with the sentiment.”

“Which was mine,” I counter.

Ronan sighs. “Griffin goes first. Who’s behind him?”

“Cami,” Griffin answers immediately.

I try to contain my reaction to imagining being behind Griffin.

Ronan’s eyes flick toward him.

Griffin apparently realizes how that whole exchange sounded about three seconds too late.

“Because she’s squishy,” he attempts to clarify.

Silence.

Cami’s mouth falls open in disbelief.

Micah looks away, trying not to react.

I press my lips together so hard they hurt.

Griffin’s face changes.

The man actually blushes.

“Her character. Her character is squishy.”

That’s it.

I fold over the table laughing.

Cami is right behind me.

Even Micah loses whatever battle he’s fighting.

Ronan takes his glasses off and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Fuck all of you.”

“Is that an invitation?” Cami asks, without missing a beat.

Ronan’s head lifts.

Her face immediately turns the cutest shade of pink.

I’m not sure if she really meant to say that.

But Ronan is staring at her now.

And that stare?

Jesus.

I look at Micah.

Micah looks at me.