Page 395 of End Game
She has been staring at me for approximately twelve consecutive minutes.
I point at her. “What?”
“Nothing.”
“Bullshit.”
Micah leans against the counter.
His mouth twitches.
I point at him next. “You know something.”
“No.”
“You both suck at lying.”
Cami gets up.
Walks toward me.
Slowly.
Oh.
Okay.
She stops between my knees where I'm sitting on one of the kitchen stools.
Her hands settle on my thighs. “Four weeks.”
“Yes?”
“You were gone for four weeks.”
“I have been informed.”
She grabs the front of my shirt and kisses me.
Not sweet.
And not hello.
The woman tries to climb me while I'm still seated.
My hands automatically go to her hips.
She breaks the kiss. “Don't.”
I freeze.
Because she said it like she expected me to listen.
Oh.
My eyes flick toward Micah.
His eyebrows have gone up.
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