Free More Than a Kiss by Saxon Bennett, Layce Gardner Page A

and
headed to the elevator.  She felt like skipping.  She felt like skipping and
singing and laughing all at the same time.

Three’s Company
     
    Jordan
exited the sliding glass doors of the hospital and did a touchdown victory
dance that looked a cross between clogging and disco.
    "Does
this mean the date is on?"
    Jordan
jumped.  "My God!  Don't sneak up behind me like that!"
    "I
didn't sneak.  I walked like a normal person,” Edison said.  “If you weren't so
busy spazzing out, you'd have seen me," Edison said.
    Jordan
went back to her jubilant state, hopping from foot to foot.  "She said
yes.  She said yes.  She said yes!"
    "So
when’s the big day?"
    "Today. 
Now.”
    "Right
now?"
    "Yes,
right now.  She's meeting me out here in a few minutes."
    Edison
looked at her watch.  "Okay.  I guess I can do lunch."
    "Not
you," Jordan said.  "It's a date.  That usually means only two
people.  You know, the whole ‘three’s a crowd’ saying."
    “I
thought it was ‘three’s company.’”
    “That
was the TV show, not the saying.”
    “I
liked that show.  I had a crush on the brunette.  What was her name?”
    “Maryanne,
I think.”
    “No,
that was the brunette on Gilligan’s Island .”
    “Aha! 
I know what you’re trying to do.  You’re trying to divert my attention so you
can go on my date with me.  But it won’t work because her name was Janet,”
Jordan said.
    "I'll
drive you, that's all.  I won't sit at your table or anything."
    "You're
going to stare at us.  I know you.  You're going to sit and stare and
eavesdrop.  I won't be able to concentrate."
    "I
will not!  Besides, it's my car.  I drove you here.  How will you get home if I
don't go and take you home after?  And you don’t want her to see where you live
until the house is finished.  Your house will make you seem like you never
finish a project. I read a book once that had this psychological test where
people went into dorm rooms and did a personality profile on the person based
on what they saw.  It was spot on.  That’s why if you’re checking out a person
you should go to their place and see what it looks like, then you’ll know if
you want to date them."
    Jordan
was horrified.  “The state of the house is your fault.”
    “Ah,
but you let me do it,” Edison said.
    Amy
appeared behind them.  "I'm ready."
    Edison
and Jordan jumped.  Edison said, "My God!  Don't sneak up on us like
that!"
    Amy
laughed.  "Yep, that's me.  Miss Sneaky Pants."
    “Edison
is going to be our chauffeur.  She'll be driving us to lunch.  If that’s all
right."
    "Great!"
Amy said. “I left my car at the dealer.”
    “Is
something wrong with it?” Edison asked, her I-can-fix-it-myself proclivity
quivering with anticipation.
    Jordan
was certain if Edison ever got hold of Amy’s car it would end up being Chitty
Chitty Bang Bang – except it wouldn’t be able to float or fly.  Or even drive.
    “No,
they’re giving it the once over so I can pick up my new car after work.”
    “New
car?” Jordan asked.  “What kind?”
    “It’s
a surprise.”
    “Are
you going to show me the surprise sometime or will I always have to wonder?”
Jordan asked.
    “We’ll
see how lunch goes,” Amy said, smiling mischievously.
    "I'll
go get my car," Edison said, giving Jordan the evil eye as she walked to
the parking lot.
    Jordan
watched her go, thinking having Edison as a best friend was like having a cold
sore – she never went away and as long as she was around, Jordan would never
get kissed.

Date or Date-Date?
     
    As
Jordan sat scrunched in the back seat, listening to Edison and Amy chatter, she
began to wonder if this was a real date in the conventional sense that the word
“date” implied.  Meaning: two people sharing a meal, a couple of hours together,
with romantic intentions.  Maybe Amy didn't know it was a date.  Maybe she
thought it was friends going to lunch together.  Maybe she thought they were
going to talk about girl