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need a ride over?” I asked,
anticipating her issue. “No problem. I’m free in the afternoon.”
    Jordan ran her hand nervously through
her hair. “Um…that’s great. But I was hoping you could stay with me. What I
really need is a fiancé.”
    I fought back the sudden urge to
inhale sharply. My mouth went dry and my heart hammered in my chest while I tried
to wrap my brain around her words. She wanted me to be her fiancé? Reality set
in quick…because clearly she wasn’t serious. Still I couldn’t resist the
opportunity to mess with her a little. Placing my hands on either side of her
against the wall, I supported my weight as I leaned into her, allowing her fresh
scent to fill my nostrils.
    “Why Jordan,” I said in a husky
voice. “I had no idea you felt that way about me.”
    She giggled and searched my eyes. I
could feel her breath on my lips. It smelled minty fresh. All I had to do was
lean in an inch and I would taste her sweet mouth. She rested her palms on my
chest for a few moments before pushing me gently away.
    “On a temporary basis,” she said and laughed
nervously. “The reception hall manager insists on both the future bride and
groom being present to hammer out all of the fine details. Well. You know my
situation is a bit unusual.”
    “And you’d rather not have to tell
her you’re planning your wedding without a groom?”
    “Exactly,” Jordan said, running her
hand through her hair. “I don’t want to talk to strangers about Grannie’s
illness and her dying wish to watch me walk down the aisle. We don’t have much
time; maybe as short as five or six months. If I don’t find a groom in the next
two months as allotted, well then, we can use the venue to celebrate Grannie’s
life. But a wedding reception is a lot more intricate than a life celebration
party. So I have to move forward with the plans assuming it will be a wedding.”
    Crossing my arms lightly over my
chest, I contemplated Jordan’s request. It unnerved me that I was chomping at
the bit to spend the evening alone with her. “Sure. I’ll be your fiancé…on a
temporary basis.” The corners of my mouth suddenly curved upward. “But it’s
going to cost you.”
    “Naturally,” she said, rolling her
eyes. “What do you want in return?”
    An array of ideas flooded my brain
and I was forced to bite the inside of my cheek to temper the grin fighting to
appear. She was my best friend’s sister so I shouldn’t flirt with her. But it
wasn’t my fault she had a scent that tempted me to bury my face in her chest
and rest there all night long. I desperately grabbed hold of the one thought
which seemed to be an appropriate response.
    “I’m not much of a cook and a man can
only stand so much delivery pizza and Ramen Noodles. So I want a full-fledged
home cooked meal with all of the fixings. Main dish is my choice.”
    “Deal.” Jordan sighed in relief and
held out her hand to shake on it.
    I shook her hand firmly before
bringing it to my lips for a soft kiss. “What time should I pick you up?”
    “Five o’clock. And wear something
business casual. We get to crash a wedding to try out the food and see what the
hall looks like when it’s all decked out.”
    I sauntered out into the night and
waved goodbye over my shoulder. “I’m on it. See you then, my love .”
     
    ***
    Jordan
    The next afternoon I plopped down in a
chair at the kitchen table and surveyed all of the materials in front of me:
miniature copy of my diploma, graduation invitation, ticket to the event,
ceremony program and a picture of me replete in cap and gown. Yep. That should
do it. I turned to Grannie with a soft smile.
    “Are you ready to get started
Grannie? You’re sure you’re not too tired?”
    “I’m ready, Jordan.” Tears sparkled
in Grannie’s eyes as she reached out and grabbed my hand, giving it a quick
squeeze. “I can’t believe this is the last milestone we’re going to document in
your scrapbook, Sweet Pea.”
    I