Jordan wrapped his arm around her waist and smiled at her. “You know I always hoped you’d run those algorithms and see we were a perfect match.”
“I did,” she admitted shyly.
“Is that so?”
“Extremely so.”
“Really? When?”
“Back when we were in high school.”
He laughed, swooping nearer, and kissed her again, as if uncaring of the fact her two sisters were but steps away.
Oh, but she didn’t care either. She’d never get tired of kissing Jordan Knight.
Epilogue
Three months later
Jordan leaned back on his hands on the tartan picnic blanket as he watched the harbour bustling away, the Opera House and Harbour Bridge glinting in the sun. Springtime in Sydney was the perfect time to enjoy a picnic. The weather was mild, usually sunny, and while nights might still be cool, it wasn’t as chilly as in Wattle Vale.
He and Emma-Jane had made another visit to Aunty Marion this morning; then he’d been surprised by her with this picnic, a collection of some of his favourite foods, like lemon tarts. And his favourite person.
Emma-Jane nudged his shoulder with hers. “So, are you having fun, Mr. Vice President?”
He grinned and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “How’s that as an answer?”
“I’m gonna take that as a yes.”
“You should definitely take that as a yes. This is perfect. I couldn’t ask for anything more.”
She snuggled closer, and he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “I’m so thankful that you’re happy with a celebration like this. That you don’t need the bright lights or the money.”
“Money is great but not when it’s our master.”
“So true.” She shivered, and he tucked her closer.
He was thankful for his new pay cheque. He certainly wasn’t going to argue when Dean Donwell had undertaken a major reshuffle at Donwell that saw Lionel kicked to the kerb and Jordan leapfrog several rungs of the ladder to reach VP status. Not that it was anything he’d ever expected. But he’d take it, all the same.
“And you’re happy with how Dream Match is progressing?”
She nodded. Her sharp bob was a little softer now, just like Emma-Jane was too. “I still can’t believe Eric and Gwen were trying to take it over, then change the focus completely.” Something that had come out in the weeks after their failed coup, when Harriet and Maurice had received several emails from a reporter stating exactly that. “Or maybe I can. That’s the kind of people they are.”
“Don’t think about them. That’s all in the past now.”
She smiled up at him, her blue eyes sparkling clear like the harbour.
He smiled. “What is it?”
“I love you.”
His heart warmed. “I love you too.”
He proved it in a kiss that soon grew heated, until he heard a woman’s voice say, “Jeremy, look away.”
“Oops,” Emma-Jane murmured, her face showing anything but regret.
Of course that meant he had to kiss her again. “Oops.”
