Page 68 of End Game

“So if we’re both reaching for Cami and our hands touch, nobody has to call an emergency meeting.”

We talk through a few more things, and then he asks, “Are you feeling comfortable about it all?”

“I think so.”

Ronan’s brows lift. “That’s not a yes.”

“No. It’s honest. I won’t know what it’s like until I’m actually there.”

“Neither will I.”

That surprises me enough that I laugh. “Bullshit. You’ve watched her with Micah and Dex.”

“Yes, and I’ve thought about it, extensively.”

“Not surprising.”

“But I’ve never had sex with Cami while her husband is participating.”

I start at him for a second, then laugh. “Well, when you put it that way, it sounds fucking weird.”

“It is fucking weird.”

That makes me laugh harder.

Again we go into other boundaries, subjects, thoughts.

“Anything you need from me?” I ask.

His expression is thoughtful. “Yes.”

I wait for him to elaborate.

“Don’t treat me like I’m borrowing her from you.”

That actually stunned me a little. I don’t respond immediately.

Ronan doesn’t look away. “I’m not asking you to stop being her husband—to stop being what you are to her. I’m not asking you to pretend your relationship isn’t different from mine. But if we’re going this together, I don’t want to feel like I’m being granted temporary access to something you own.”

There’s no accusation in his voice.

I think about all the times I’ve called her mine. All the times I’ve meant it lovingly. All the times I’ve probably meant it in ways I needed to unlearn.

“That’s fair,” I finally answer.

Ronan nods. “Then I think we’re okay.”

“You know there’s still one fairly important person who gets a vote.”

He smiles. “I’m aware.”

Chapter eleven

Ready Action

Griffin

I find Cami working on laundry in her room.