Page 29 of Last First Kiss

“You’re right. I’m sorry,” Tom says, sounding anything but.

Jordan wonders how many one-starred, scathing reviews Tom has left on Google. And if Jordan fucks this up, will 24 Carter Gold be next?

“I assure you, Mr. McClintock, we’re all in,” Kami says, her tone amiable. “Jordan’s prepared to make this the wedding your hearts are set on.”

Jordan sits taller, his chest puffed. He turns his attention to Amy. “And your family?”

Her smile slips. “My parents are in Seoul. For… business. They’ll be back for the wedding.”

Jordan waits for her to elaborate.

She doesn’t.

Instead, Jamie wraps an arm around her stiff shoulders. “Don’t worry,” he says. “She has me until then.”

The sparkle returns to Amy’s face. “This goofball’s been a big help. He’ll be around for every part of the process.”

“E-every part?” Jordan stammers. Jamie’s eyebrows dance up his forehead. “I mean, he will! Of course.” Jordan taps at his iPad for something to do other than watch Jamie’s dumb, handsome face. “Your fiancéandbest man. Helping with decisions. All the time. Sounds amazing.”

The room is eerily quiet.

Eventually, Kami clears her throat. “We deeply appreciate you for bringing us all together, Jamie.”

“Couldn’t think of a better place to make this dream a reality,” Jamie replies.

His gaze fixes on Jordan.

Jordan pointedly looks away. “Let’s talk details. What do you need?”

“Everything,” Sam says, exasperated.

“Except the dress!” Lydia chimes. “Amy’s parents have already chosen a lovely gown.”

By the continued dip of Amy’s mouth,lovelyis the last word she’s thinking of.

Jordan scribbles more notes on his iPad. “How many guests are we planning for?”

“At least two hundred,” Tom answers.

“Two hundred,” Jordan repeats.

It’s not unexpected. Jordan imagines Tom has lots of Hollywood types he wants in attendance, on top of any friends and acquaintances Sam and Amy invite. But there’s another subtle change in Amy’s face that Jordan clocks.

She blinks it away. Happy, smiley Amy returns. “We need a florist. Catering. A baker. Vendors and a venue. A DJ—”

“Live band, preferably,” Lydia interrupts. “Or an orchestra!”

“Don’t forget the engagement dinner,” Tom puts in.

“Oh, yes!” Lydia’s hair swishes as she claps. “Because we had to move everything up, these two never got to have a proper engagement party.”

She looks fondly to Sam, then Amy. They return the look: Sam’s is natural; Amy’s is a little more practiced. Lydia doesn’t seem to notice the difference.

“We’d love it if you planned a dinner to celebrate them,” she continues. “Separate from the rehearsal dinner.”

“Keep it simple,” Tom instructs. “Close friends only.”

“Late July,” Lydia tacks on.