Page 67 of Own the Eights Gets Married
He stared up at the man. Was this for real? His form didn’t have any of these bizarre questions.
“Well?” Buck pressed.
“Um…jelly,” he blurted, then watched Georgie’s cheeks go from pink or rose to scarlet.
Georgie’s hand flew to her chest. “It’s honey, Jordan. Of course, it’s honey! We wrote a whole blog post about the medicinal qualities of honey. Why would you think I’d choose jelly? What are you thinking?”
Jesus, what was he thinking?
He did a quick scan of the group to find all eyes on him.
“I didn’t think. I said the first thing that came to mind. I had a fifty-fifty chance, and jelly is good, too, minus all the sugar and preservatives.”
“Then why would you think I would have chosen it?” she shot back.
He couldn’t think straight. Between the couples staring and Georgie glaring, his brain had turned to…well, jelly.
“One more question, Buck! I’m sure I’ll get this one right,” he said as a bead of sweat trickled down his back.
Buck and Syd shared another look.
“Are you sure?” Buck asked with an uncharacteristically wary bend to his words.
Jordan took a few breaths. “Do it.”
Buck sighed. “What’s Georgie’s favorite way to unwind?”
“That’s an easy one,” he exclaimed, waving his hand in the air. “Sex!”
Buck slashed the page. “Nope.”
Jordan gazed wildly around the group. “No! How could it be no? Georgie and I did it in the car before we got here. It’s her go-to stress reliever.”
The color drained from his fiancée’s face. “My go-to stress reliever is to take a meandering walk!”
No, he couldn’t let this go! They had to win that damn honeymoon yurt.
“I call bullshit, Georgie,” he said as the entire female contingent gasped and stared him down.
No one spoke for what seemed like an eternity. Every pair of eyes bore into him from all angles. And Georgie? She’d been rendered speechless and stood on the other side of the gathering area with her lips parted.
Buck cleared his throat, then checked his watch. “It looks like we’re going to have to bring this bonding experience to a close. It’s time to send the losing couple out into the wilderness.”
“And which couple would that be?” Jordan asked, but he knew the answer.
Buck glanced at that godforsaken clipboard. “Why, that would be you and Georgie.”
