Page 16 of Before You Say I Do
For a moment, Abby thought she was telling the truth. “You’re good.” She stared at Jordan. A good actress. Silver-screen smile to match. Firm arms which she’d held earlier.
She shook herself.
“Now you’re making me believe we really did know each other when we were little, because Ididhave such grandiose thoughts back then. I was a little girl who wanted to stretch myself beyond my limits even from a young age. I also wanted to be a cross between Baby and Sporty Spice.”
“You could have been Golfy Spice.”
“The member they never knew they were missing.”
The corners of Jordan’s mouth turned upwards. “You could still do it.”
“Be a Spice Girl? I think that ship has sailed.”
“Not for your other ambitions. You’re young. Your business skills would still work in a new environment. Maybe it’s something you should think about when the wedding is done.”
Abby nodded. Maybe it was. Maybe she’d been cruising for far too long.
Including into this engagement?
Not now, Abby.
“Plus, this bodes well for our working relationship, right? If I can read you this well, we don’t need to have too many of these sessions.”
“Oh no, we definitely do,” Abby said. “I don’t know you and I don’t trust my reading of situations as much as you do. Plus, your golf swing needs work. Serious work.” Abby gave Jordan a grin, then looked away for a moment, as the blood rushed to her cheeks. She wasn’t quite sure why, but she was embarrassed about her life in front of Jordan, who was so clearly put together.
Whereas Abby was doing a job she’d accepted because it afforded her the lifestyle she’d become accustomed to. Meeting someone new like Jordan shone a light on that fact. Abby had drifted very far from her childhood goals. Very far from even where she wanted to be in the previous decade when she graduated from university. Then, armed with the most prestigious degree certificate, the world was her oyster. She could have gone into charity work as she’d intended, but her head was turned by what all her friends were doing. She wanted the inflated pay cheque they were all getting. Now, she’d forgotten she ever wanted anything different.
Until Jordan turned up. With her bad golf swing. Her easy smile. Somehow, Jordan had made Abby start to question her life.
Just by asking one simple question, Jordan had pulled at a loose thread in Abby’s life she’d been ignoring for years.
Another tug, and Abby might begin to slowly unravel.
Chapter 8
“Have you sorted the bagpiper,or do you need Dad to ring his uncle?”
Abby’s mum, Gloria, sat on her red velvet sofa, eating fish and chips out of the paper they arrived in. She said they tasted much better that way.
Abby had to agree. Although, her life these days didn’t often feature things like eating chips out of paper. She could just imagine Marjorie’s face. Come to think of it, she wasn’t sure neat-freak Marcus would cope, either. He’d have a fit about this amount of grease near velvet.
“No, Jordan’s sorted it.”
“Who?”
Abby blushed. “Just someone who’s helping out with the wedding.” She had to tell her mum that Jordan was working for her, but she’d been putting it off. She wasn’t sure how to say it without it sounding like she truly had turned into the sort of people they used to ridicule when she was growing up.
Posh people.
Abby wasn’t posh. She hadn’t forgotten her roots. She was getting a bagpiper. She still enjoyed eating chips out of paper. She was still very much grounded.
“The wedding planner? I thought her name was Lauren?”
Abby ate another chip. Then she put them down. She couldn’t afford to eat too many chips, could she? The wedding was only three weeks away, and she had a dress to get into. Society people to impress. Marcus had told her that morning their wedding was going to feature in the pages of a society magazine.
It was a very different world from where she sat with grease-stained fingers.
“No, that’s right. Lauren is still the wedding planner, and she’s sorting the bigger stuff. But she’s still on Marjorie’s staff. Jordan is someone new that Marcus hired.”
