Page 53 of End Game

Then him.

Then Micah.

Micah is looking between them too.

Nobody comments.

But something is definitely happening here.

Ronan goes back to the campaign.

Cami behaves… for approximately four minutes.

Then she’s right back to being a menace.

By the time Ronan finally closes his notebook, I’m ready to climb Micah like a fucking tree.

“That’s where we’ll stop for tonight.”

“Thank fuck,” I mutter.

Cami laughs.

Griffin stretches beside her, and she looks at him before glancing at Ronan.

Ronan is watching them.

There’s something there too.

Fucking hell, this house has become a goddamn flowchart of sexual tension.

Micah stands.

He looks at me.

That’s it.

One look.

“Goodnight, Cami, Dad, Daddy,” I announce.

“Fuck off,” Griffin scoffs.

I point at him. “There Griffin is.”

Griffin laughs. “Go.”

“Oh, I’m going… and coming.”

Micah catches my wrist, and suddenly I’m being willingly dragged toward the hallway.

I twist enough to call over my shoulder, “Nobody do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“That leaves literally anything,” Cami calls back.

“Exactly!”

Micah pulls me around the corner.