Page 299 of End Game

“Love you too.”

That still works on me.

Asshole.

I let my head fall sideways onto his shoulder.

He leans his against mine.

For a while, neither of us says anything.

Then I ask, “What if I lose the bar?”

“You'll be sad.”

“Wow.”

“You asked.”

“Continue.”

“You'll miss your coworkers. Your regulars. The chaos.”

I nod.

“And then you'll either get shifts back, or you'll find another bar.”

“That easy?”

“No.” His cheek moves against my hair. “But survivable.”

I think about that. “And Grave Intentions?”

“They practically asked you to become famous for their benefit.”

I laugh.

“True.” But I’m still spiraling. “And the house?”

Micah pulls back enough to look at me.

“The house isn't going anywhere because you work somewhere else for a month.”

“No?”

“No.”

“You?”

“No.”

“Cami?”

“No.”

“Ronan?”

“He may change the locks while you're gone.”