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Jordan didn’t have enough strength left to resist. Instead, she sank into the embrace. Every part of her body rejoiced. She let it. She couldn’t do anything else today.
A few moments of bliss went by, when Jordan could almost believe that everything was okay. That she and Abby were together. But they weren’t. When that realisation hit, she pulled back, their faces still inches apart.
“I’m sorry I’m such a mess. This doesn’t normally happen. I don’t normally sleep with my brides.” Jordan forced a smile.
“I’m glad.” Abby gave her a sad smile. “Just know, my heart’s breaking, too.” She paused. “I love… your car. It’s gorgeous. One of a kind. Just like you.”
Jordan gripped Abby’s arms. She was shaking. That made it somehow even worse. She stared at her lips. She was moving closer to them, as was Abby to hers.
What was wrong with her? She had to stop. There was no way she was going to be the other woman.
Their lips touched. Just for a moment, the world righted itself. With Abby’s lips on hers, anything was possible.
Until it wasn’t.
“What the fuck is going on?” Delta had materialised out of thin air.
Jordan jumped back, as did Abby.
She had no idea where to look. Not at Delta. Certainly not at Abby.
“It’s not what it looks like,” Abby began, holding up a hand.
Delta put a hand on her hip. “Explain to me what it is, then? Because it looks to me like you were just kissing each other. And it didn’t look like it was the first time, either.” She looked from Jordan to Abby.
They both looked away.
Delta stilled, realisation dawning. “Oh. My. God. It’s not the first time, is it? I knew there was something odd in Cannes, but I didn’t realise this. How long has this been—”
“There you all are! I was wondering where my bride and two key bridesmaids had disappeared to!” Marcus walked up, all smiles. Until he saw the faces all around him.
“What’s happened? Are you all okay?” He looked from Jordan to Abby to Delta, before settling on Abby. “What’s happened? Jordan’s crying and you both look freaked.”
Jordan shook her head. “I just had some sad news, so I’m afraid I’ve got to go. I should be fine for Sunday. I just need to head home now, but my car won’t start. My flatmate would say that was my fault for having such an ancient car.” She tried a smile, but it didn’t work.
Marcus studied her, before pulling his phone from his inside pocket. “Let me help you out. I’ll call a car to take you home. I’ll have our mechanic come and see to Carrie in the morning.”
Did Marcus come out of the womb gallant?
“You don’t have to,” Jordan said.
“I know, but I want to. You’re upset, and you love your car.” Marcus stroked the roof. “Let me sort this out for you. You’ve been sorting us out for the past few weeks, and doing it with style.”
“You can say that again.” Delta’s words were spiked.
“Exactly,” Marcus agreed, giving Delta a smile. “She’s been attending to Abby’s every need.” He switched his gaze to Jordan. “Let me fix something for you, too. Okay?”
Guilt cascaded down Jordan. “That would be lovely, thanks.”
Chapter 27
It wasthe night before the wedding. Abby was staying at Turnbull House. Marjorie had made a five-minute stop in to say good luck, which had unnerved Abby. The way she had looked at her, it was as if she knew Abby needed all the luck she could get.
Which was ridiculous. Marjorie knew nothing.
Up until yesterday,nobodyhad known anything.
But now Delta did. Her best friend was pretty pissed off Abby hadn’t said anything before. Delta had tried to get Abby to talk the night before, but she’d stuck to Marcus like glue, then avoided her phone until this afternoon. However, now it was less than 24 hours until she got married, there was no getting away from Delta or Taran. This was what brides and bridesmaids did the night before the wedding. Drank wine and gossiped. Only, Abby’s gossip was off the scale.
