Page 65 of End Game

It’s not the kind of sleep where you wake up refreshed and ready to face the world, either. It’s the kind where I wake up disoriented, with one arm numb beneath Cami and absolutely no idea what day it is.

She is lying beside me, scrolling through her phone, and when I move, she glances over.

“Welcome back.” She smiles.

“What year is it?”

She laughs.

“I was hoping I’d slept through a few?”

She laughs and kisses my shoulder. “There is fresh coffee.”

“You really do love me.”

“More than you know.”

I roll over and kiss her before dragging myself out of bed.

It’s only when I’m pulling on a shirt that I remember what comes after coffee.

A “dungeon summit.”

That wakes me up considerably more than the six hours of sleep did.

Ronan isn’t in the kitchen when I get there, but Micah informs me that Ronan is actually in the basement when I ask.

Of course he is.

I make coffee first.

I want to discuss having sex with my wife and another man, but caffeine is also necessary.

When I get downstairs, Ronan is standing in front of a new pegboard, rearranging some things.

My eyes immediately find new equipment hanging from the ceiling.

Well. I guess I know where Cami spent part of her Friday.

“Should I be concerned that every time I come down here there is more equipment and more… just more?”

Ronan looks over his shoulder. “Probably.”

I laugh and take a seat on the couch at the far end of the room, trying not to think about what may have transpired there.

That leads to other thoughts about every surface in the house… with all of us. Every surface in this house will end up fair game.

Ronan finishes whatever he’s doing before joining me, although he takes the chair across from me instead of sitting beside me.

Somehow that feels intentional.

“Better after sleep?” he asks.

“I can form complete thoughts now.”

“Good. That will make this easier.”

“You really know how to put a guy at ease.”