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No blood.
But now, she had to get her mind back in the game, because she could already hear chatter and laughter coming from the upper terrace.
“I thought you were a cripple!” Delta shouted, hanging over the glass wall. “And here you are, drinking wine in the hot tub.” She wagged a finger in their direction. “I should have known you’d do all you could to get out of dancing.” She eyed the pair of them, waving the bottle of Grey Goose in the air. “We decided we couldn’t leave you, so we brought the booze with us. Are you two catching up on old times?”
Tendrils of a cracking headache began sprouting in Abby’s brain. Had Delta’s final words had a knowing tone to them? She was too flummoxed to worry.
“Stay where you are. I’m getting changed and coming in!” Delta shouted.
“Okay!” Abby replied, glancing at Jordan.
She was sitting, head flipped towards the stars.
They’d started, but they hadn’t finished.
Which was probably for the best.
But clearly, nobody had told Abby’s heart.
Chapter 19
Jordan wokeup wondering where she was. Her brain took a little while to put it all into place. She was in purgatory, that’s where.
Otherwise known as Cannes, French city of dreams.
Currently her city of what-the-fuck.
She rolled over, cracking open a single eyelid. At least she wasn’t rolling over and into Abby. Now that would have been a monumental fuck-up.
Perhaps her habit of not forcing things was a good one. Or perhaps Delta, Gloria et al turning up when they did last night had saved her and Abby the trouble of making one of the biggest mistakes of her life. The one that would cost her job.
And then possibly steal her sanity. Because she might not have been in this situation before, but it was plain as day where it would end. She’d seen it before in books, in movies, and in real life.
Rule number one: don’t be someone’s final fling.
Rule number two: when one of the party is engaged to be married, things don’t normally turn out well.
However, it didn’t make her feelings any less real.
Plus, when Abby had looked into her eyes and told her she couldn’t stop thinking about her, that had seemed pretty real, too.
She closed her eyes, regret and relief bubbling in her like an internal hot tub.
Regret at not kissing Abby. Relief she hadn’t.
A beep on her phone.
Jordan rolled over and grabbed it. It was a text from Karen.
How’s it going in Cannes? I hope you’ve put that killer red bikini to good use.’
Karen had no idea.
It’s going well. Interesting. I nearly kissed the bride last night.
Her finger hovered over the send button. Should she press it? She did, before she could second-guess herself.
An instant reply.Whaaaaaat!? How? Why?
