Page 41 of Last First Kiss

Jordan thought he got all of it out of his hair and off his clothes before climbing into the back seat of the luxury car he had ordered to drive him here. Clearly, he was wrong. He’ll probably be finding glitter in places it shouldn’t be for months.

“Thanks,” he mutters.

Jamie grins crookedly. His fingers are still on Jordan’s temple. A light, constant pressure. Jordan almost leans into it.

Marge passes their table on her way to the kitchen. They probably look silly. Awkwardly half standing and stretched over the table.

Mild embarrassment throws Jordan back down onto his side of the booth. His skin slowly cools. His stomach sizzles.

“I’m gonna kill Denz,” he mumbles.

Eventually, Jamie sits. The left side of his mouth is still quirked. “Then who will I hang out with?”

“Me,” Jordan volunteers, unthinking.

Something sweet melts over Jamie’s face. “Really?”

“But we’re not watching those ridiculous rom-coms you love.”

“What will we do then?”

“Go out.” Jordan swipes open his phone. “NBA game. One of Kami’s clients gave me courtside seats.”

“For the Atlanta Condors?”

“Hawks,” Jordan corrects, laughing.

“Just me and you? No Denz?”

Jordan waves a dismissive hand. “He’ll be too busy with the CEO competition and his fake boyfriend.” He scans Jamie’s face. Reads the hesitance around his mouth. “Unless you don’t want to?”

“No, no,” Jamie says. “Ido. It’ll be like old times. Minus me kicking your ass onMario Kart.”

Or the kissing practice, Jordan’s brain suddenly—unwantedly—thinks.

He straightens his shoulders. “That never happened, Jamie.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

They smile at each other. Their feet are wedged together again under the table. Jordan’s not sure how that happened. Whose foot moved where first. But neither of them shifts away.

Jamie takes the check when Marge swings by. “I got it. Tips are fucking amazing on holidays. Especially this one.”

Jordan doesn’t argue with him. Or try to split the bill.

Instead, he forks up the last bite from his plate.

“Thanks for the pie,” he says.

“Thanks for not ditching me for a hot British guy,” Jamie says with a teasing smile that seems to last an eternity.

-5-?Choose a Venue

The beauty in the initial stages of planning this wedding is Jordan can do most of it by phone. He spends the next week and a half communicating with Amy and Sam via emails, texts, the occasional video call. He sends out theme options to consider. A list of available vendors. He asks about reception ideas, colors, flowers, cake preferences.

Every minute is dedicated to the wedding. Whenever Kami pops her head into his office for an update, Jordan always has an answer for her. It’s an adrenaline rush he can’t get enough of.

Bonus: Not once does he have to talk to or see Jamie.