Page 63 of Life After You

His eyes darken just enough to make my stomach flip. “Oh, yeah?”

Dean groans. “Can you two behave for five minutes?”

I grin, but I can’t help stealing another quick kiss before going back to the puzzle.

Ten minutes left.

We’re almost out.

Sam, Clay, and Dean are solving a final riddle while Trey and Chace argue about whether the key goes in the left or right slot.

I notice a tiny, blinking red button near the door.

“Should I press that?”

Trey’s eyes widen. “NO!”

Logan chuckles, stepping behind me again. “She’s definitely pressing it.”

I do.

And alarms blare.

The lights flicker. A creepy voice comes over the speaker.

“YOU HAVE ACTIVATED THE FINAL TEST.”

Trey throws his hands in the air. “See?! This is how we die!”

Turns out, the “final test” is just a math puzzle, which Sam solves in seconds, unlocking the door.

We burst out, triumphant.

One minute and forty-seven seconds left.

The staff congratulate us, and before I can catch my breath, Logan grabs me, spinning me around like we just won the goddamn Olympics. Laughter bubbles out of me as he plants a victorious kiss on my lips, his hands firm on my waist, pressing me against him.

“Told you we’d make it,” he murmurs, his electric-blue eyes shining with that cocky confidence that should be illegal.

I grin against his mouth. “I never doubted us.”

Behind us, Trey clears his throat loudly. “Alright, but whose team actually won?” His voice wavers slightly, like he’s not sure he wants the answer.

Clay claps his hands together. “Doesn’t matter. Shanghai Tunnels tonight. Everybody still in?”

Trey groans. “N-no, hold on, we didn’t have teams—”

“Trey…” Sam sighs, already exhausted.

“We all won,” I say, cutting off whatever excuse Trey is about to throw out. “And I promise, if anything happens in the tunnels, I’ll personally beat it up for you.”

Trey frowns. “Ghosts don’t have faces to punch, Mac.”

I grab Logan’s hand, lacing our fingers together and squeezing. “Oh, he’s coming. He said so earlier.”

Trey scowls. “I said no fucking such thing.”

Chace smirks. “Sounds like a yes to me.”