Page 752 of End Game

We're all around the table by five-thirty. Ronan arrived first and changed out of his work clothes. Dex and Micah came in together ten minutes later, Dex talking before the front door fully closed.

Ronan has a notebook.

Dex notices immediately. “No.”

Ronan looks up. “No what?”

“No notebook.”

“I haven't said anything.”

“You brought meeting supplies.”

“I always have a notebook.”

“You don't need minutes for my accidental micro-celebrity polyamory crisis.”

“It isn't a crisis,” I say.

Dex points at me. “Thank you.”

Ronan calmly opens the notebook. “Then we should be able to discuss it without panicking.”

Dex looks personally betrayed.

Micah rests a hand on his thigh.

“Let him talk.”

“This marriage has changed you.”

“We've been married for four days.”

“And already the romance is dead.”

Micah kisses him.

Dex shuts up.

Effective.

Ronan waits until they're done.

“This isn't actually a new problem,” he says.

The room settles.

“The Halloween pictures came up the Halloween before last. We knew then that Dex having any public profile made complete privacy unrealistic.”

I remember.

A coworker had found the tagged pictures.

Micah's cousin had seen them.

Griffin’s sister had seen them.

Ronan had told us that eventually subtle wouldn't be subtle anymore.