Page 49 of Consummation (The Josh & Kat Trilogy #3)

Obviously, he’s quoting me from Uncle William’s dining room. Who knew my own words would come back to put the fear of God into me a mere two months later? Back then, I truly thought I’d never get married—a thought that’s absolutely laughable to me now.

“Okay, okay,” I say. “I get it. I talk a good game when it’s not me stepping up to home plate.” I swig my water again. “Stop razzing me and help me, Jonas. Please. I’m desperate.”

Jonas chuckles. “Finally, the Kung Fu master begs Grasshopper for help.”

“Jesus, are you gonna berate me or help me? I need your help, Jonas. I already asked her once and she said no. If she turns me down again, especially now that I love her like I do, I’d seriously never recover, man.

I’m not exaggerating. I’d be a broken man, forever.

” I clutch my stomach, suddenly feeling ill.

Jonas looks sympathetic. “Aw, Josh. She won’t say no. She loves you.”

“You don’t know Kat,” I say. “She’s capable of anything. She’s a demon spawn, like I said. She’d cut off my balls and make s’mores out of ’em without batting an eyelash.”

Jonas grimaces. “Jesus.”

“Welcome to my world.”

“Well, she won’t say no—because you won’t fuck it up this time.”

“But what if I can’t help myself? What if I’m just so clueless I’m incapable of getting it right?”

“You can’t fuck it up, Josh.”

“Well, that’s obviously not true.”

“No, I mean, you can’t fuck it up this time. All you have to do is follow Kat’s own advice.”

I look at my brother blankly.

“When I was Boring Blane for you—which by the way gave me a mild case of post-traumatic stress disorder—thanks so much for that—I asked Kat’s advice about proposing to Sarah. And you wanna know what she told me?”

“No, Jonas. Please keep that little nugget to yourself.”

“She told me to keep it simple. She said as long as I spoke from my heart, whatever I said would be grandchildren-worthy.”

I sigh. “Kinda vague to be helpful, bro.”

“Not really. Just speak from your heart. Tell her you love her. Tell her all the reasons why you love her. That right there will be epic enough.”

“Says the guy who shoved his fiancée off Mount Olympus and made her paraglide to the Aegean before he’d kneel and give her the ring.”

Jonas laughs .

I look out at the city. The sky behind the faraway buildings is beginning to lighten with the faintest glow of orange.

“Jonas, I need something more concrete than ‘speak from your heart,’” I say. “ Please .”

“Well, I don’t know, man. I don’t know Kat like you do. You just gotta think about what makes her tick and deliver it to her.”

I think about that for a minute. “Fantasies. Mini pornos,” I say. “She’s got the most active imagination of anyone I’ve ever met.”

“Okay. Good start,” Jonas says.

“She loves shit like The Bodyguard and Pretty Woman, ” I continue. “She’s seen her favorite movies like twenty times each.”

Jonas laughs. “Well, there you go.”

“In the beginning I thought Kat was a total dude—I kept asking her if she was hiding a dick and balls under her dress—but now that I know her really well, it turns out she’s a chick through and through. A diehard romantic.”

“Well, you just answered your own question. Make Kat feel like Pretty Woman. Give Kat the modern-day fairytale she obviously yearns for.”

I swig my water, thinking about that. It makes perfect sense, actually. “I’ve never seen Pretty Woman, ” I confess.

“What? Are you kidding me?”

“You’ve seen it?”

“Of course.”

I shake my head. “Jesus, Jonas. Have some pride, man.”

“Josh, you’re an idiot. Why do you think romantic comedies are so successful?

Because women absolutely love them. So why the fuck wouldn’t you want to know why ?

” He shakes his head at me like he’s explaining something ridiculously basic to me.

“If you know why women love that stuff, then you gain invaluable insight into what makes them tick—which you can then use to your benefit in countless glorious ways.”

I must admit, he’s got my attention. “I’m listening,” I say.

“God, it always freaks me out when you’re the dumb one,” Jonas says. He shakes his head at me again. “Josh, the movies Kat watches over and over, the movies she so obviously loves, are the most obvious roadmap to her deepest desires. If she loves Pretty Woman, then watch it and give it to her. ”

My pulse is pounding in my ears. “You know what, bro? You’re absolutely right. The Bodyguard, Pretty Woman, Say Anything, Magic Mike. She loves ’em all.”

“There you go. Whatever floats her boat and gets her going, watch it, learn it, and deliver it to her. She’s telling you as plain as day how to hack her. So do it— hack the shit out of her .”

“Oh my fuck, yes,” I say. I’m suddenly so excited, I can barely sit still. “This is brilliant, bro. I’m gonna hack the fuck into Katherine Ulla Morgan and give her what she’s always wanted . ”

“There you go.” Jonas takes a sip of his drink. “Sounds like you’ve got some research to do.”

“Fuck yeah, I do. I’ll watch all her stupid movies on the sly whenever she’s asleep—which is a lot these days.”

“Hey, you should watch that movie the girls watched tonight, too,” Jonas says. He snaps his fingers like he’s trying to come up with the title.

“Shit. You’re right,” I say. “What was that thing called? I was only half listening.”

“I dunno. I was only half-listening, too,” Jonas says. “ The Notebook ?”

“No, that wasn’t it—but I’d better watch that one, too.”

“Yeah, good idea. That one’s pretty sappy. Have a barf bag ready when you watch that one.”

I laugh. “You’ve seen that one, too?”

“Of course.”

I shake my head. “You’re better at this woman-thing than I gave you credit for, Jonas.”

“Thank you. Finally, you understand my brilliance.”

“Okay, so back to the task at hand. What the fuck was the movie the girls watched tonight? Kat said the woman from The Notebook was in it. That’s when I tuned out.”

Jonas pulls out his phone. “The girls said a red-haired guy’s in it, too, right?”

“Yeah. That’s right. The guy from Harry Potter and Ex Machina. ”

“Boom,” Jonas says, looking at his phone. “ About Time. ”

“That doesn’t even remotely ring a bell,” I say.

“Well, not for me, either. I must have tuned out, too. But it’s gotta be it. It’s Rachel McAdams and some redheaded guy . ” He shows me his phone, upon which a decidedly vaginal movie poster is being displayed.

“Yep. That’s definitely it. Can’t get much more chick-flick than that. Hey, I just thought of another movie I gotta watch,” I say. “ Pride and Prejudice. ”

“Oh, definitely. She’s been calling you Mr. Darcy, you better figure out why.”

“I can’t believe you’ve seen that one,” I say. “Have you no pride?”

“No, I don’t—but you obviously do—hence the reason Kat kept calling you Mr. Darcy.” He rolls his eyes. “I can’t believe Kat called you that and you didn’t even bother to watch the movie and find out why. Clearly, she was giving you a coded message.”

“It didn’t even occur to me.”

“Well, watch it, you dumbshit. Mr. Darcy proposes twice in that movie and the heroine turns him down the first time.” A light bulb clearly goes off in Jonas head. “Oh shit,” he says, sitting up in his chair. “And do you know what the woman says when she turns Mr. Darcy down the first time?”

I shrug. “Fucketh you-eth?”

“Holy shit, Josh. No . She says, ‘I wouldn’t marry you if you were the last man on earth.’”

“Oh my fuck.” I slap my forehead. “Kat’s diabolical.”

“No, you’re just a dumbshit of epic proportions.”

“Apparently,” I agree.

“Watch it and pay careful attention to the difference between the first and second proposals. That’ll tell you everything you need to know about what she wants the second time around.”

I exhale. “Shit. I’m an idiot.”

“You really are.”

“Damn. I’ve got a lot of homework to do.”

“I’ll grab my hotspot out of my room so you can download all the movies onto your iPad. The hotel Wi-Fi is for shit.”

“Thanks, bro.”

Jonas gets up and moves toward the French doors.

“Hey, Jonas?”

Jonas stops and turns around, his eyebrows raised .

“I don’t know what I would have done without your help on this. I was really stressed out and now I feel like I’ve got a plan of attack. Thank you.”

“No thanks required,” Jonas says. “I’m not doing this for you—I’m doing it for me.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yes. If you marry Kat, then Sarah will be insanely happy, which will make me insanely happy. Happy wife, happy life.” He smiles from ear to ear. “Very, very happy life.”

“Ah. Well, you’re a selfish bastard, then.”

Jonas laughs and turns toward the French doors, but before he leaves, he turns back around. “Hey, by the way. What the fuck did you do to poor Kat earlier? I thought Sarah was a screamer. Holy fuck, Josh.”

I grin and take a long sip of my water—I’m a gentleman, after all.

“So I take it you found the books I sent you helpful?” Jonas asks.

My smile broadens. “Yeah. Definitely. Although what I did to Kat earlier was all me—no research required.” I snicker.

Jonas’ white teeth are glowing in the pre-dawn light. “Hey, whatever works—just as long as you keep your unicorn well fed, right?”

“Fuck yeah,” I say.

“Fuck yeah,” Jonas replies. He pauses. “Hey, if I didn’t happen to be out here on the balcony when you had insomnia, would you have asked me for help?”

I don’t reply.

“You can lean on me, Josh,” Jonas says earnestly. “It doesn’t always have to be you carrying me on your back all the time. I’m right here. I can help you sometimes, too.”

“Dude, are you on crack? I lean on you all the time,” I say. “You’re the man, Jonas—a fucking beast.”

Jonas flashes me a look of such unadulterated love and kindness, my heart squeezes in my chest.

“Now go get me that hotspot, cocksucker,” I say. “Or any second now you’re gonna make me wanna slap my own fucking face—I can feel it coming on now—and it’s way too early in the morning for me to be doing that shit.”