Page 699 of End Game

Then Griffin's turn.

He looks at Cami.

Of course.

But this time, before he speaks, Ronan says, “You have a bonus option from your prior critical.”

Griffin raises an eyebrow. “Which is?”

“A Strength-based positioning action.”

Cami's breathing catches.

So does mine.

Griffin looks at her. “You okay with that?”

“Yes.”

Ronan nods. “Declare.”

Griffin's gaze stays on Cami. “I want her on the table.”

Oh.

Fuck.

Cami's mouth opens.

Ronan says, “Athletics.”

Griffin rolls.

Eighteen.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I murmur.

Ronan gestures. “Granted.”

Griffin stands.

The whole room changes.

He moves around Cami, slides one arm behind her back and one under her knees.

She laughs once.

Then he picks her up.

Just lifts her like she weighs nothing.

Like the fucking buff guy he is.

“Holy shit,” I whisper.

Griffin puts her on the table.

Our dining room table like she’s a fucking meal.