Page 40 of Before You Say I Do
Jordan jumped up. Shit, she was forgetting her duties.
However, Gloria shook her head. “Let’s get her other bridesmaids on the case, shall we? Delta! Taran! We need drinks!”
Abby bent down and rummaged in her bag.
Jordan stared at the piercing blue sky. Cloudless. Unlike her mind.
“Can you do my back?” Abby held up a bottle of sunscreen to Gloria.
Gloria jumped up. “I have to go to the loo, I’ve been dying to for a while now but I keep putting it off. Why do we do that?” She glanced Jordan’s way. “Jordan can do it for you, can’t you?”
Jordan nodded, her mouth a desert. “It’s what I’m here for.”
Abby moved in front of Jordan, giving her the bottle. “Thanks.” She didn’t look sure about this turn of events, either.
Jordan cleared her throat, glancing around the boat. Everyone was elsewhere. It was a big yacht. None of them were taking any notice of Jordan and Abby.
After all, it was just applying sunscreen. To Abby’s firm, pale shoulders.
The same ones Jordan may or may not have imagined kissing earlier.
She gave the bottle three pumps before applying it to Abby’s back, trying not to overthink this. Her fingertips tingled as she swept them across Abby’s satin skin.
“Make sure you get a good coverage,” Abby said. “A burnt or peeling bride is never a good look.”
“Gotcha.” Jordan sprayed some more, applying it to the back of Abby’s arms, the side of her back. Jordan’s fingertips strayed near to the edge of Abby’s breast, but she made sure there was no contact.
Abby turned her head, snagging Jordan’s gaze for a moment. “You need me to unhook my top?”
So many answers swirled around Jordan’s head, but she shook her head. “I’ll work around it. Don’t worry, this is not my first rodeo.”
And yet, in many ways, it felt like it was.
* * *
A few hours later,after a spot of jet-skiing, they had lunch around the back table, before retiring to the front of the boat. Travis was pumping tunes across the deck, and the hen party volume had gone up considerably. Nikita and Erin kept freaking everyone out with their Jaws impressions. Gloria had missed a spot with her sunscreen and had burned the back of her neck.
Meanwhile, Delta had her phone out, and was getting the hens to pose two by two at the front of the yacht, “just like Leo and Kate in Titanic.”
“I’m going to edit it and put it in a video, with Celine singing in the background.” Delta seemed to have put aside her heartbreak like a hero, and was taking her lead bridesmaid role seriously.
Abby was impressed. Delta had stepped up today, making sure the group were constantly entertained.
So far, Taran had tried to be Kate Winslet, with Gloria her willing Leonardo di Caprio. However, it hadn’t been a silver screen moment. Taran had looked down and wobbled, thinking she was going to fall into the ocean and get eaten by sharks. She’d shrieked and fallen backwards, sending Gloria toppling to the floor. Gloria’s bikini bottom had ridden up her arse, giving the whole group far more than they’d bargained for.
Everyone was still getting over it. And still laughing.
“Okay, who’s next for the Leo and Kate treatment.” Delta scanned the group. “What about you two?” She pointed a finger at Abby, then at Jordan.
Abby cleared her throat, shaking her head. “Someone else can go first.”
Beside her, Jordan nodded. “I’m still full from lunch.”
Delta looked at them like they’d gone mad. “I’m not asking you to perform a dance routine. You just have to stand at the front, clutch the metal rod and give me your best Hollywood impression. Abby, pretend Jordan is Leo. Or Marcus. Whichever one makes you most weak at the knees.”
Jordan glanced at Abby, giving her a shrug. “I’m game if you are.”
Abby stalled. More close contact, after she’d nearly collapsed when Jordan had applied sun lotion earlier? She’d made sure she sat away from her at lunch, but they just kept getting drawn back together. Mainly because whatever she wanted, Jordan was always on hand to get it. She was impossibly good at her job.
