Page 56 of Last First Kiss
She smiles innocently. “For a small task.”
Jordan’s eyes narrow. “Where’s the dead body?”
“In the basement. Denz’s old room.”
“Murder weapon?”
“Disposed of. They’ll never find it.”
“Did you clean up the crime scene?”
“Please.” She sucks air through her teeth. “What do I look like? An amateur?”
On anyone else, Jordan could identify the cracks in that blank expression. But this is Nic. It’s impossible to tell when she’s lying. Plus, he’s seen her angry before. Jordan isn’t ruling out having an alibi and a lawyer on standby.
“I’m not helping you ditch an ex’s corpse in Lake Lanier,” he says before sipping from his own glass.
“Oh, don’t worry. It’s not an ex. It’s Jamie.”
Jordan almost snorts orange juice out his nose.
“Excuse me?”
“That Disney Hercules hunk wasn’t at Twist-n-Salt last week,” Nic says, glowering. “My friends were looking forward to half-priced margaritas.”
“Nic, you’re nineteen,” Jordan deadpans. “You’re underage.”
“You werefifteenwhen you got wasted off Jell-O shots.”
“How do you know about that?”
She winks at him. “I have my sources.”
“I’m from a family full of spies and gossips.”
“Anyway. This isn’t about Jamie.”
Thank fuck, Jordan almost says. At the rate his heart’s thumping, Nic might really be convicted of murder.
“What kind of help do you need?”
“It’s for Skye’s the Limit,” she replies.
Jordan tilts his head. “The nonprofit Braylon works for?”
“The one and only.”
Skye’s the Limit is an LGBTQ+ nonprofit with branches in Atlanta and Los Angeles. Braylon’s the advocacy director in LA. Jordan doesn’t know a lot about them. Mostly things he’s learned from Denz. They were his first client when he started his social media consulting brand.
Jordan’s never visited their downtown youth center. But he’s seen photos online. He knows how important it is to the community.
“I’m volunteering there for the summer,” Nic says.
“Why?”
She shrugs. “I have my reasons.”
Jordan stares suspiciously at her.
