Page 410 of End Game

Someone Austin introduced me to.

Subject line: Songwriting Availability - June/July

My heart kicks.

More good.

It’s something else that’s fucking good.

I don't open it.

I put the phone facedown on the counter.

Pick it back up.

Open it.

Read two lines.

Close it.

“What if I say yes to too much?”

Micah's expression changes.

There.

Apparently we're doing this.

“I mean—not that I have anything to say yes to yet, except maybe this, and Austin wants two more demos, and Grave Intentions has those May dates, and I told Trent I'd cover next Saturday because his kid has a tournament, and I should probably talk to somebody about an actual publishing attorney because Griffin is going to kill me if I sign anything without one, and Cami has that thing next week, and—”

Micah cuts me off. “Dex.”

“I was gone for a month.”

“I know.”

“And it was good.”

“I know.”

“I really fucking liked it.”

Micah nods.

“And I really fucking like being here.”

“I know.”

“What if those things don't fit?”

His eyebrows pull together. “They already do.”

“No, they did. Once. For four weeks. That's different.”

Ronan is watching me now too.

Great.