Page 684 of End Game

Which is possibly the first indication of how much power this man has accumulated.

He folds his hands in front of him. “Tonight, we're playing a different campaign.”

Holy.

Shit.

Cami's lips part.

Micah leans back slightly beside me.

Griffin closes his eyes.

I put both palms flat on the table. “You motherfucker.”

Ronan smiles.

Barely.

“You brought up dice.”

“I made a joke.”

“Yes.”

“I didn't realize you were going to workshop it.”

“I did.”

Micah laughs under his breath.

I turn toward him. “You knew?”

“No.”

“Good. I'd hate to end an engagement this early.”

“Noted.”

Ronan taps the table once.

The room quiets.

The movement shouldn't be sexy.

It is.

“Before we start, rules.”

Of course.

I lean over the table toward Micah and stage whisper, “I am so fucking hard already.”

“I know.”

“You haven't checked.”

“I don't need to.”