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All I Want Forever (Book Six)

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Dedication

For Mum.

Who won’t remember this is for her.

But it is.

Chapter 1

Jordan Cohen shifted her left shoulder a fraction of an inch. Then another. She couldn’t risk moving any more. Dammit, this was such an inopportune moment to have an itch between her shoulder blades. Standing at an altar in front of 120 guests, as the professional bridesmaid to her latest client, Emily.

“Do you take Max to be your legally wedded husband?” The vicar ran through his spiel.

Jordan clutched her maid-of-honour flowers that little bit tighter as she waited for the words to fall from Emily’s mouth. The itch suddenly left her mind. This was more important. She gazed at the side of Emily’s perfectly styled hair, the bride’s round diamond earrings glinting in the church’s mottled sunlight. Even Emily couldn’t fuck this bit up, could she?

A few seconds ticked by.

Then a few more.

Someone in the church let out an ill-timed cough.

Please, Emily.

Jordan switched her gaze to Max, the groom. She knew he was thinking exactly the same.

Heat crept up Jordan’s back, then her neck. She stroked the back of Emily’s arm lightly with her fingertips.

“I do,” Jordan muttered, just loud enough for Emily to hear, but quiet enough that Max wouldn’t think Jordan wanted to marry him. That couldn’t be further from the truth. Emily and Max were perfect for each other. Not so much a love match, more a biological clock match.

Emily flinched, turning her head.

Jordan scrunched her forehead and nodded towards Max, hoping this conveyed to Emily how much she really needed to answer this question. It was all part of the getting-married deal. Jordan had presumed Emily understood that. They’d practised walking, smiling, posing, and even breathing, but they’d glossed over the bit where Emily had to say “I do.” Now, Jordan could see that might have been an oversight.