Page 9 of End Game

yes sir

I can’t help but smile as I pocket my phone.

I keep myself busy—straightening up the kitchen, washing my water glass, wiping the counters—while I wait for Griffin and Cami.

They walk into the kitchen a few minutes later.

Griffin’s shoulders aren’t somewhere around his ears anymore, and the hard line between his brows is completely gone.

“Where is Ronan?” Cami asks as soon as she sees me.

Smiling softly at her, I answer, “When I went to check on him, he was showering.”

She swallows and nods.

“You talk to Dex?” Griffin asks.

“I texted him to come find me when he gets home, so I can catch him up.”

“Thank you,” Cami replies as Griffin nods.

Dex can spiral with the best of us, but he will take my word for it that Cami is okay. He won’t need to see her himself.

And if his brain won’t shut up when he gets home… I have ways of helping with that.

Cami’s gaze moves between us, lingering on Griffin before dropping to the counter. She worries her bottom lip for a second, then nods to herself.

Eyes on Griffin, she announces, “I’m going to go check on Ronan, see if he’s out of the shower.”

Griffin gives her a look I can’t entirely translate.

I can make a pretty good guess, though.

She nods almost imperceptibly at him and then tips up on her toes and kisses his cheek.

Her attention is on me next. She rounds the island, leans into me, and says, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Princess.” I pull her against me to press a quick kiss to her temple.

She wraps her fingers around Griffin’s forearm as she walks by him on her way out of the kitchen.

Griffin waits until her footsteps disappear down the hall before turning to me.

He swallows hard. “I think Ronan will no longer be outside the fold after tonight.”

I tilt my head. “I don’t know. He’s resisted her pretty fucking hard so far.”

Griffin scoffs slightly. “Yeah, well, I don’t think she is going to be as easy to resist tonight as usual.”

The smile catches me off guard.

There’s no tension behind it. No discomfort. No trace of the man who once looked like he wanted to crawl out of his own skin every time the rest of us blurred a line he wasn’t ready to cross.

He’s happy.

For her, obviously.

But as I watch him, I realize he’s happy for Ronan too.