Page 823 of End Game

“Thanks,” I manage.

He kisses my temple.

Then Dex ruins the moment exactly as expected.

“So when are we getting married?”

Griffin closes his eyes.

And apparently that's how wedding planning begins.

By breakfast the next morning, I have learned that planning a small wedding with four men is somehow more complicated than being romantically involved with four men.

Ronan has an actual notebook in front of him, because of course he does.

“Venue?” he asks.

“I don't know yet.”

“Season?”

I look at Griffin.

He shrugs. “Whenever you want.”

That should not be as attractive as it is, but here we are. “I don't want to wait a year. Maybe summer?”

Ronan writes that down.

Dex looks up sharply. “Can Grave Intentions play?”

“No,” Griffin and I say at the same time.

Micah laughs into his coffee.

Dex looks betrayed. “You didn't even discuss it.”

“We didn't need to.”

“Fine. But I expect DJ veto power.”

“You absolutely do not have DJ veto power.”

“We'll circle back.”

“We will not.”

Griffin's mouth twitches beside me, and I nudge his knee under the table.

“You can be in the wedding,” I tell Dex.

The joke disappears from his face so quickly that I almost regret teasing him first.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Clay's my man of honor.”

Dex's eyebrows shoot up. “That title is incredible.”