Page 81 of Kissing Kayley
We both flinched when someone pounded on the bedroom door.
“Hey, when you’re done with the first round of makeup sex, give me a date, dammit!”
My eyes widened. “Jordan?”
“It’s certainly not the Tooth Fairy, sis,” he called back.
Vic started laughing and pulled the covers over him while I climbed out of bed, found a robe hanging on the bathroom door, and I unlocked the door so I could peek out.
Jordan shooed me back and I let him in, closing the door behind him.
He held his cell phone in his hand, ready to take notes. “Wedding date.Now.”
“I… I?—”
“Mrs. Bardales had me wait in the living room because she rightfully said if you saw me you’d know it was a setup. Now give. Me. A. Date.”
I helplessly looked at Vic, who lay on the bed, his hands laced behind his head and a smugly pleased smile on his face. “You pick the date, baby,” he said.
I focused on Jordan again. “Where’s Leo and Elliot?”
He waggled his fingers at me. “Gimme, girlie.Date.”
I finally settled on four Saturdays from that weekend. That would give Jordan time to arrange charters and transportation for everyone, as well as lodgings at Blair House.
He tapped notes into his phone. “President Samuels volunteered to officiate, if that’s okay with you.”
I’d just started to process everything but my jaw snapped shut. “ShaeLynn Samuels?” I finally asked.
Jordan smirked. “There’s not another President Samuels.”
“Oh, yeah, we should invite them,” Vic offered from the bed. “Chris Bruunt and I worked together for years.”
Jordan nodded. “The three of them and the kids, then.”
ShaeLynn Samuels, her husband Chris Bruunt, and their third, Kevin Markos, were one of the families who publicly dropped the info that they were a throuple when the news unexpectedly broke about Elliot, Leo, and Jordan.
I stared at him. “We… we’re going to havethreepresidents here for our wedding?”
“Looks like it.” He tapped more info into his phone. “I know you said low-key, so we’ll set it up to hold it inside. Any color scheme in particular?”
“I... I?—”
“Jordan,” Vic said, laughing, “you just melted her brain, dude.”
“No, I distinctly heardyoumelting her brain.” He smiled. “I’m just opportunistically taking advantage of her stubborn force shields temporarily being down as a result. Remember, I’m used to dealing with her brother. I will take any advantage I can get.”
I finally snapped out of it. “We can’t afford a huge shindig,” I said.
He waved my objection away. “Mom and Dad already said they’d pay for it.”
Nope, stunned again. “Wait,mymom and dad?”
“Mom and DadWoodley,” he said. “Don’t worry. With what Stella left them, they can more than afford it. Mom Woodley and Mom Cruz are already planning the menu. Mom Belefonte—nice woman, by the way, Vic, congrats—called dibs on organizing the dessert table. She wants to go cake testing with you next week. She’s already coordinating with your mom to set that up and will fly to Cali on Tuesday.”
I grabbed my head as I struggled to process all this info coming at me at once. “Wait a minute! How do they all know about this already?”
Jordan grinned. “Oh, I activated the phone tree as soon as you said yes.”
