Only then did Karen speak. “What’s going on? I don’t see you for five days. Then when I do, you demand we go for a run and then you take off like you’re Paula Radcliffe. Which we both know you are not. So what gives? Why have you come back from your weekend away trying to break world speed records?” Karen shaded her eyes with her hand. “I take it this has something to do with a certain hot bride-to-be.”

Jordan frowned. “Don’t call her that.”

“What should I call her?”

Jordan thought for a moment. “Trouble.”

“Oh dear.” Karen sat forward and fixed Jordan with her stare. “Tell me.”

“We kissed.” Jordan’s tone was matter-of-fact. As if this was nothing at all.

It was the opposite of that. Before Karen could reply, Jordan continued.

“Then she fucked me in the plane toilet.” Her body reacted as she’d known it would. As if Abby was right there, her fingers inside her all over again. It was too recent. Too exciting. Too much. “And now she’s cancelling arrangements and I don’t know if I have a job or a business anymore because I might just have buggered it all up. And for what?” Jordan sat forward, and put her head in her hands.

She’d spent last night alone, trying to convince herself the situation wasn’t as bad as she thought it was. But when she said it out loud, it sounded a whole lot worse.

“Holy shit,” Karen replied. “If I clamber over the whole ‘you kissed the bride’ vibe, the thing I’m stuck on is she fucked you in the toilet? She fucked you?” Karen couldn’t sound any more surprised if she tried. “Is Little Miss Sunshine not so straight?”

It had taken Jordan by surprise, too. “It seems like she’s not.” She sighed. “But that’s beside the point. The upshot is, I now have a bride who’s getting married in,” she held up her right hand and splayed her fingers, “five days. Someone I’m contracted to work for. Plus, I’ve added to my tally of one-night stands. With someone I really didn’t want to have a one-night stand with. It’s not ideal.”

Karen shook her head. “It’s not. I know we joked about this before you went, but I didn’t expect anything to happen. What’s different about her?”

Jordan had been asking herself that constantly since she’d left Abby at the airport. All the way home. All night long, lying in her bed, willing sleep. Why had she kissed her in the kitchen? And yes, Abby had been the aggressor on the plane, but she could have said no. She could have stopped her. But she hadn’t wanted to.

She’d wanted Abby just as much as Abby had wanted her.

She still wanted Abby.

But she had to stop thinking that.