Page 21 of Last First Kiss
Kami leans back in her chair. The teal in her flare dress pops beautifully against her brown skin. Her curly hair is sleeked into a high ponytail today. She’s all business. Except for the loud yawn she lets out as Jordan flops onto the love seat.
“Another long night?” he asks.
She sighs. “Mikah’s in his Marvel phase. How many times can one seven-year-old rewatch theLEGO Marvel Avengersmovie?”
“Knowing Mikah? At least a hundred.”
“I blame Braylon,” Kami says.
“And I blame Denz for getting back with him,” Jordan says.
“Oh, that was inevitable. Those two idiots were destined for each other.”
Jordan laughs.
He still has no clue why Denz and Braylon bothered with their fake dating scheme to prove Denz was serious about being the company’s next CEO. It was clear toeveryonethat he still loved Braylon. That they were too busy getting in each other’s way to realize they needed each other.
At least they figured it out. Eventually.
Kami yawns again.
“Should I order you a coffee?” On instinct, Jordan unlocks his phone. He starts swiping through his apps.
“Stop,” Kami demands, smiling. “You’re not my assistant anymore.”
“Sorry.” He grins back. “Force of habit. I brought you a doughnut.”
“Bless you, Jordan.” She tears off one of the star’s points with her teeth. “I was so tired this morning, I forgot breakfast.”
“Same old Kami.”
“I’d say you’re the same old Jordan, but…” Her eyes trace over him. “This outfit is interesting.”
Jordan peers down at himself. He’s wearing a mustard-yellow linen button-up. His hunter-green blazer matches his slim-fit Boss trousers.
“I look great,” he says.
“Denz certainly would approve.”
His eyes narrow. “I can’t tell if that’s a compliment or an insult.”
“Good.” She rips off another piece of doughnut with a smirk.
Undeterred by her sarcasm, Jordan stands. He does a slow turn for her. “I’m going for a very specific style today, Kami.”
“What’s that? Black Austin Powers?”
“A young, modern Sidney Poitier, you monster!”
She squints at him, reassessing. “Hmm. All I see is Random Black Guy in a John Travolta dance movie.”
Jordan flops back onto the love seat. He thought Auntie Eva, whoisan actual stylist, was overly critical of their wardrobe choices. But Kami’s comment makes him feel like he’s wearingthe vomit from the bathroom floor after a night of drinking too many happy-hour appletinis.
Kami finishes her doughnut, then wipes her fingers on the napkin. She stands. “Are you ready?”
Jordan grabs his iPad. “As I’ll ever be.”
In the office doorway, Kami pauses. She grabs his forearm. Jordan half pivots to face her. Something familiar creeps into her brown eyes.
