Page 27 of Last First Kiss
“Sausage, bacon. Who cares? They’re all breakfast meats, which you’ll still get to enjoy because your brain isn’t hemorrhaging.” That crooked grin reemerges. “That’s my final diagnosis.”
“Uh… thanks?”
This is Jordan’s moment. To pull away from Jamie’s warm hands. Escape his careful touch.
He needs to get up and leave. Isn’t that why he fled to the restroom in the first place? To getawayfrom Jamie?
Instead, Jordan stares at him. Wavy brown hair falling messily over a wrinkled brow. His tan skin glowing under the restroom’s accent lighting. Those unreadable eyes. His pink mouth hitched into that one-of-a-kind Jamie Peters smile.
Fuckfuckfuck.
The door swings open again. Kami’s head pokes in.
“Everything okay in here?”
Jordan tenses. He can only imagine how this looks to her. To anyone who saw them:
Jordan splayed on a toilet. Jamie kneeling between his cocked legs. Hands all over Jordan’s face.
The whole thing is very…suggestive. The complete opposite of what was happening between them.
Jordan leaps to his feet so fast, he knocks Jamie over.
He blurts, “Jamie hit me with the door.”
“On accident!” Jamie says, gesticulating wildly.
“I’m fine,” Jordan continues. “I think?”
“His brain’s not bleeding,” Jamie tells Kami.
“Okay.” Kami drags theAout for a long beat. Her gaze shifts from Jordan’s panicked posture to Jamie on the floor. “Good to know. Shall we start the meeting?”
“Yes!”
Jordan marches right past Kami.
Not once does he look back to see if Jamie follows.
“Now, I could bore you with all the ideas we’ve thought about for your big day,” Jordan is saying, flashing a brilliant grin across the table at Amy and Sam.
Thishe knows how to do. He’s witnessed Uncle Kenny performing for clients. Has seen Kami and Eric turn doubtful expressions into genuine enthusiasm. Even Denz had an undeniable charm about himself that won everyone over. Jordan knows he’s just as good.
It’s time to prove it.
“But I want to know your vision,” he continues. “How can I make your day the kind of memory you look back on for the next ten, twenty, fifty years?”
They’re all seated around the expansive conference room table. Typically, Jordan conducts business with clients in one of the private meeting rooms. It’s a little more intimate. But this group is too big for that. Especially with the addition of Jamie.
Jordan intentionally picked the chair farthest from him.
He can’t afford any more distractions. Or possible head injuries.
Amy says, “Well—”
“We want something big but practical,” Sam cuts in. He smiles at Amy, resting his hand on top of hers. “Romantic too.”
A blush darkens Amy’s cheeks.
