Page 65 of Last First Kiss

“That’s an awful idea,” Jordan says flatly.

“What do you propose? Ha! Get it?Propose.”

Jamie barks out a laugh at his own joke. Jordan is going to stab himself in the eye with his fork. Before he can, Amy shouts, “Oh, I have an idea!”

They both turn—forcing Jamie even farther into Jordan’s side—to stare at her.

Amy holds her hands up like she’s anticipating another fight. “Hear me out: Remember at the greenhouse? When we weren’t sure it was the right place?”

Jordan doesn’t like where this is going. “Yes?”

“And you two pretended to be us?”

Jordanreallydoesn’t like where this is going.

He inhales deeply. Stupid mistake. He gets a thick whiff of amber and oak and—fuck him. He hates how big Amy’s grin is right now.

“I need a visual,” she tells them. “I need to imagine Sam and me. On our wedding day. Sharingourcake for the first time.”

“Amy,” Jordan attempts, his voice strained.

She doesn’t listen. “What if Jamie—”

“Feeds cake to Jordan?” Jamie finishes. “That’ll help you decide?”

“I don’t know! It worked last time.”

Last time shouldn’t have happened. Jordan was ambushed. He didn’t have the space and opportunity to react in a professional manner.

But he does now.

He clears his throat, and says, “I don’t think that—”

“Let’s do it.”

Jordan balks at Jamie. He stares at him like he’s a two-headed talking dragon with big red wings, casually sitting in a bakery sampling wedding cakes.

“Excuse me?” he squeaks.

“She needs help,” Jamie reasons, as if this is something people do all the time. “That’s what we’re here for. It’s just cake.”

It’s just cake. Three words have never sounded so threatening. Because it’s not just cake. It’s Jamiefeeding himcake.

“Amy,” Jordan tries again, “maybe we should—”

“Jordan.”

The low-timbred voice dangerously close to Jordan’s ear makes him jump. He snaps around in Jamie’s direction. His tilted head reminds Jordan of thepractice on meone he knows now to walk away from.

Get up, he tells himself.Walk the fuck away.

He doesn’t. Only because Amy says, “Just this last slice. I’m pretty sure I know which one I want, but I need to be sure. Please?”

It’s official. Jordan’s screwed. Between her large doe eyes and Jamie’sthis is why we’re herestare, he crumbles like, well, cake.

“Fine.” He sighs. “One bite.”

Amy claps. “Thank you!”