Page 24 of Last First Kiss

“Your… best man?”

“Yes!” Amy squeals.

It’s not as loud as the screaming in Jordan’s head.

“We’ve known each other since we were kids,” Amy explains. “I couldn’t imagine my big day happening without him.”

Jamie grins sheepishly. Adorably.

God, Jordan’s already fucked and it’s barely been two minutes.

“We tried to convince sweet Amy to have amaid of honor,” Lydia comments with an almost patronizing laugh. She remindsJordan of a blond Emily Gilmore. Pearls, elegant cardigan and skirt, a pinched face even while smiling.

“Kids these days,” Tom says offhandedly. “They’re all about breaking tradition.”

“Dad,” Sam whispers, easing an arm around Amy’s sinking shoulders.

“I’m only kidding, son.”

“Traditions are overrated, Mr. McClintock,” Jamie says in that playful, deep voice Jordan remembers all too well. “Don’t you think?”

He’s not looking at Tom.

Those brown eyes are on Jordan, searching. Asking for his help.

For a moment, Jordan forgets what they were even talking about. He hasn’t had Jamie’s attention like this since December. Over hot chocolates and conversations that start withMaybe we shouldn’t.

He shakes off that memory.

His gaze falls on Amy’s hopeful expression.

“It’s the happiest day of your lives,” Jordan says, smiling effortlessly. “Creating new traditions is part of the fun. Anything you want to make it memorable, I say let’s do it.”

Amy’s eyes brighten.

Jamie leans into her ear to say, “See? I told you he was amazing.”

It’s just loud enough for Jordan to hear. Heat blisters up his neck and cheeks. He’s not blushing.

He’s also notnotblushing.

Kami edges forward. “Sam and Amy, meet Jordan. One of our best event coordinators. He’ll be planning your wedding.” She squeezes Jordan’s elbow. “Should you fall in love with his ideas, that is.”

“I already am,” Amy gushes.

“Wonderful to meet you,” Jordan says congenially. “All of you.”

He purposefully avoids Jamie’s eyes.

“We’re excited to hear more,” Lydia says.

“And that you’re able to work with our short timeline,” Tom adds.

Kami sweeps her arm like a game show host showing off a new car. “Shall we head to the conference room and discuss?”

“Sounds good to me!” Sam grabs Amy’s hand again. They fall in step with Kami, the McClintocks close behind.

Jordan hesitates. He makes a big, foolish mistake by half turning to his left. By inhaling too deeply. He’s hit with notes of oak and amber, that familiar scent perpetually clinging to Jamie.