Page 300 of End Game

“There it is.”

Micah smiles. “Griffin will let you back in.”

“Thank God.”

The pressure in my chest finally eases enough that I can breathe all the way in.

Micah reaches for my laptop and opens the schedule again. “Show me.”

“What?”

“The month.”

I do.

We go through it.

Not like a crisis.

Like logistics.

Flight out.

Hotel check-in.

Studio days.

The nights Austin's team has dinners planned.

The weekend with nothing scheduled.

“That one,” Micah says.

“What?”

“Come home that weekend.”

I stare at the blank Saturday and Sunday.

“You really want me to?”

He gives me a look.

Right.

Stupid question.

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

“We can also come to you if that makes more sense.”

That catches me. “All of you?”

“Maybe not all at once. Ronan might file a complaint if we drag him to another city.”

I laugh.