Chapter 18
Holy f**k, but his tailbone hurt. Andy really hadn’t expected to be dropped, right in the middle of the most intense kiss he’d had for—maybe ever, Christ.
His head was reeling, and he didn’t think it was entirely from the horrific, spine-rattling sound of the fire alarm.
Though the fire alarm certainly wasn’t helping.
Andy sprinted down the stairs. He could just hear the wedding party as they streamed out the front door, alarmed voices and angry snapping between the strident blats of the alarm. He reached for the door to the kitchen, but Scooter grabbed his shirt and yanked him back.
“Don’t,” he said, half-yelling over the noise. “Check if it’s hot first!” He leaned past Andy to gingerly touch his fingertips to the door, once, twice, cautious. Probably Andy shouldn’t be thi
