Page 112 of Last First Kiss
Jordan scowls. When he gets promoted to events manager, the first thing he’s going to ask Kami for is a soundproof office. She’ll undoubtedly say no, but what’s the point of moving up if you’re not going to make a few outlandish demands?
“You’re not going,” he snaps.
Javi shrugs. “Okay, cool. I’ll just see if our boss has anything for me to work on. After I tell her you left the office for something other than the wed—”
“You’d narc on me?”
“Whoa.” Javi holds up his hands. “I’m no snitch.”
Funny, Jordan doesn’t believe him. Something about his villain mustache. The sly way his tongue flicks over his lips.
It’s official. Jordan will always hate him.
Still, he exhales, “Fine, whatever. I’m driving.”
Javi rubs his hand together, excited. “You mean I get to ride shotgun in that beautiful Audi of yours?”
“No,” Jordan grunts, pushing past him. “You get to ride in the trunk.”
Despite all the incredible things he’s heard about Skye’s the Limit from Denz and Braylon, Nic too, Jordan’s never actually visited.
It’s located in a quieter part of downtown. An astonishing piece of architecture. Two stories of floor-to-ceiling windows. White stucco walls emblazoned withSKYE’S THE LIMITin black letters.
Nic meets them at the doors.
“And this is—?”
Right. Jordan forgot he hasn’t mentioned Javi to anyone but Denz. Or that he was being blackmailed into bringing him to the nonprofit. He goes through formal introductions.
Javi’s all fake charm and suave voice and a kiss to the back of Nic’s offered hand. She squints at him like he either smells bad or is untrustworthy.
Another reason Jordan loves her.
Nic escorts them inside. Pastel furniture fills the lobby. Just beyond that are rows of cubicles. A painted rainbow river winds over the concrete floor. Multicolored flags hang high on the walls.
This time, Jordan recognizes each flag. From pan to aromantic, they’re all there.
Nic introduces them to Whit, a development manager, who eyes Jordan suspiciously after learning he’s related to Denz. She goes on for no less than ten minutes about how much she loves and misses Braylon.
Whit is equal parts funny and terrifying. Jordan’s favorite kind of person.
She walks them to the back of the center, explaining theimportance of “never touching the espresso machine without proper supervision.”
“That was one time!” Nic gripes.
“You only getone,” Whit says, half smiling, half serious.
A chorus of laughter spills down a nearby stairwell.
Whit points up. “Book club.”
“They’re readingCemetery Boys,” Nic says.
“Great choice,” Javi comments. He looks relaxed here. Hands in his pockets, loose shoulders. Jordan pretends it doesn’t bother him. How one more person fits so comfortably into a space while he just… doesn’t.
He follows Nic through the back doors.
“And here’s the court!” she announces, arms out wide like they just won a new house.
