Page 188 of Last First Kiss

Jamie holds up his phone. There’s a selfie on the screen. Amy and Sam, beaming at the camera, a gorgeous neon-lit Seoul in the background.

“You owe me a hundred bucks,” Jamie says, breath ghosting Jordan’s cheek.

“We betfifty.”

“Did we?”

“Yes.” Jordan snatches the phone from his hands. “The stipulation wasifthey got back together before the holidays.”

“It’s right there!” Jamie’s index finger stabs the screen. “He went to Korea to see her!”

“Maybe he’s on location for the Marvel movie? Maybe they justhappenedto run into each other?” Jordan proposes.

“Bullshit. They’re so back together.”

Jordan nudges his cheek against Jamie’s. It’s prickly with unshaven hair, just the way he loves it. “They’re in aphototogether,” he corrects. “How do I know you didn’t photoshop this?”

“Does it look like I can photoshop?”

Jordan cranes his neck. The tousled brown hair. Big brown-green eyes like the sun cutting through a forest. A fine dusting of stubble along his jaw. Jordan’s stomach flips when he thinks about that beautiful face between his thighs this morning.

He shrugs. “It’s possible.”

“Seriously?”

“You’re Denz’s best friend,” Jordan points out. “I don’t put anything past him or his friends.”

“I heard that!”

As if summoned by the gods of mischief and schemes, Denzemerges from the house. Behind him, Braylon hauls a case of bottled water over one shoulder like it’s nothing. They’re in matching shorts and tropical-print linen shirts. Looking every bit like an old married couple. Thankfully, the blond has faded from their hair.

“If this is how they dress in LA,” Eva calls out, “then return to sender!”

Denz pastes on a grin. “Thanks, Auntie.” He gestures to Jordan and Jamie. “This is still gross and weird, by the way.”

Jamie beams. “We appreciate the support.”

“Ignore him,” Braylon insists after unloading the water. “Jet lag makes him quite the tosser.”

“What’s a tosser?” Mikah asks, appearing out of nowhere to hug Denz’s waist.

“A quarterback,” Denz instinctively says. He swats Braylon’s stomach.

“Ow! You bloody wan—”

“Champagne time!” Leena announces. She walks out with a tray of glasses and a bottle of Bollinger. The label alone makes Jordan nauseous.

Kami quirks an eyebrow. “Champagne? We haven’t even had dinner yet. What’s the occasion, Mom?”

There’s a beat of silence.

Leena trades awkward stares with her in-laws. Uncle Kenny clears his throat while Braylon looks away, suspicious. Jordan’s not sure what the fuck is happening.

Flustered, Leena says, “Oh, um, I’m just so happy!”

Jordan’s eyes narrow. Auntie Leenanevergets flustered.

“Denz is home,” she carries on. “Nic is too! All my babies are here. Also, Suraj and Jamie and Braylon and—all of us! Together!”