Page 5 of End Game

“She’s answering,” I inform both of the other men in the room.

Cami

I met a friend at a little bar and grill

Micah

You okay?

Cami

I think you know the answer to that

Micah

What do you need

Cami

A designated driver lol

Micah

Done, tell me where you are and when to pick you up

Cami

You’re the best

Please don’t bring the whole entourage though

Micah

You know your husband is losing his mind, right?

Cami

I’ll text him

Micah

Okay

I give the guys the plan and get the details from Cami. Since she has Ronan’s car, I arrange a rideshare to the restaurant—I’ll drive her home in Ronan’s car.

Ronan disappears to shower, muttering something about needing to get out of his own head before he starts spiraling harder.

Griffin’s phone keeps lighting up with texts from Cami while I wait for the rideshare. Whatever she’s saying has the line between his eyebrows slowly disappearing. Once, he actually smiles at the screen.

It’s enough for me to know they’re okay.

She’s good for him, and he is good for her too.

I find Cami in a booth, cheeks pink, laughing hard enough she has one hand pressed to her stomach. Whether the color is from the alcohol or whatever Alexis just said, I have no fucking idea.

“Sad boy,” she almost drawls when she sees me.

A laugh slips out before I can stop it.