All the way home in the cab, she’d been wondering what to do next. She’d got her phone out a few times, stared at Jordan’s number, then put it away. What was she going to write? ‘Fantastic to fuck you on the plane. Now, about those flowers for my wedding…’ It didn’t really work, did it?

Nothing did, that was the problem.

Her mind kept shying away from calling Marcus and asking him to come round for a chat. Even the thought of calling him felt weird. They were so not Taran and Ryan.

Perhaps they could postpone the wedding, give her some time to think. But he’d be hurt. He’d want to know why. She couldn’t possibly tell him. “Because I’m falling for my professional bridesmaid, the one you hired?”

No, it would kill him. It would kill her, too. Then she’d have to deal with Marjorie. And everyone else.

She blew out a long breath. What a mess. She was supposed to be meeting Jordan tomorrow about her speech. But could she? If they met, it’d have to be about business. But would that happen? Could she trust herself? She’d never considered herself an untrustworthy person. Somebody who couldn’t control her actions. But that’s what had happened.

It’s what Jordan did to her.

She’d made her see the world differently. This weekend, they’d bonded. She’d spoken about stuff she hadn’t spoken about in years. Things she’d forgotten she’d wanted in her busy life. Like working for a charity. Like making a difference. Like not being caught up in the corporate world. When had her life run away from her?

She picked up her work phone and checked her emails. She had 152. Not bad for four days away. One at the top in particular caught her notice. It was from her boss. When she clicked on it, she saw he was asking for a meeting about ‘something important’ tomorrow lunchtime. Maybe it was about the project she was hoping to take the lead on.

She sat up straight. Tomorrow? When she was meant to be meeting Jordan?

Damn it.

Before Jordan, Abby would have been so excited to get this email. Now, not so much. She’d have to see if Jordan could meet her in the evening instead. She missed her so much already.

A knock on her door made her jump.

When she opened it, her heart dropped. She was well aware that wasn’t meant to be her reaction to seeing her fiancé. Marcus’s head was barely visible behind the bouquet of red roses he held in one hand. He clutched a gift bag in the other. Abby’s heart slumped a little more. Shit, had he brought her a gift from his stag do? She’d brought him nothing apart from a truckload of guilt.

She was a terrible person.