Page 38 of Before You Say I Do
The bride-to-be should definitely not be doing that.
Jordan climbed in via the metal step ladder on the side of the pool, gave a little scream as she submerged herself, then swam over to Abby. When she drew level with her, she ducked her head under water, then came back up, sweeping her blond hair off her face. She wiped the water out of her eyes, before giving Abby a wide smile.
Scrap what she’d just thought. Maybe she couldn’t do this. If anything, seeing Jordan up close and all wet was making things worse.
Abby tensed, then tried to think of horrible things. Things that were not a semi-naked Jordan.
Jellied eels. Bone marrow on toast. Parsley. Martin Keown.
It didn’t work.
Her eyes could still see Jordan’s gorgeous face in front of her, and her whole body was processing that with some joy.
“How did you sleep?”
“Really well.” She was blushing, she could feel it.
Jordan didn’t need to know about her dreams.
But Abby knew.
Her body knew.
When she’d woken up, she’d been inside Jordan.
Desire slid down her, landing right in her core.
“Me too, I slept like a log. Didn’t wake up until I heard you out here.” She paused. “Ready for today’s yacht trip?”
Abby nodded. “Totally. Yesterday was a gentle introduction to my hen weekend. I feel like today, it’s going to explode into life.”
Jordan flashed her a killer smile.
She really wasn’t helping. Abby was still hanging onto the side of the pool. Also hanging onto her sanity for dear life.
Jordan studied her like she was a work of art.
“I just wanted to say, too, that whatever you tell me this weekend stays with me. Total confidence. Just in case you were feeling a little exposed after our chat last night.”
“I can’t even blame it on tequila.” Abby paused. “The only other person who knows I slept with a woman is Delta, and I’d like it to stay that way. If Marcus’s cousins found out, it might get back to him. Or worse, to Marjorie. She already has a low enough opinion of me as it is.”
Jordan gave her a rueful smile. “If sleeping with a woman is the worst thing you can do, Marjorie definitely needs to broaden her horizons. But of course, your secret’s safe with me. I told you that from day one. I tell all my brides that.”
All her brides.
Because this was a job to Jordan.
Nothing more.
Abby had to remember that.
“Anyway, how about a race? Last one to the end of the pool and back makes the coffee.”
Abby grinned. “You’re on.”
Chapter 16
The yacht wasn’t justa yacht; it was a superyacht. A slice of heaven on the water.
