Chapters (40)
- Cover
- Also by Clare Lydon
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Epilogue
- Would You Write Me A Review?
- Acknowledgments
- Also by Clare Lydon
Jordan’s stomach growled, but she wasn’t listening. She’d lost her appetite. Down the long table she could hear Delta laughing at something, Taran and Gloria flanking her. Jordan had insisted she was sat on the end, so she could be on hand to iron out any issues.
However, it had meant that when she turned to her right, she kept glimpsing Abby chatting and looking for all the world like someone who was excited to be getting married this weekend. So Jordan had to surmise she was. Jordan wished she could accept it for what it was, but as the evening wore on, she just wanted to leave.
Marcus’s best man, Philip, tapped his glass, and all eyes turned to him.
“I just wanted to say, I couldn’t think of a better fit for Marcus than Abby. She’s kind, caring, and has done the right thing by keeping him hanging on and not moving in with him until after the big day. I asked if she was waiting to consummate the marriage, too, but she wouldn’t answer.”
Jordan took another swig of her wine. She should stop. She had to drive home tonight. Carrie the Capri was waiting outside, much to the consternation of the hotel staff who would rather it wasn’t. Jordan had always thought posh people appreciated antiques. Apparently it didn’t extend to cars.
Marcus was on his feet now, waving at Philip. “Whatever Abby stipulated, I’d have gone along with. Just so long as she agreed to marry me. And she did.” He took her hand in his, looking at her with adoration.
Jordan looked away.
However, she could still hear him.
“Abby, I can’t wait to reveal my vows to you on Sunday. To tell you how much I love you. To promise you I’m ready to be yours for the rest of our lives. There’s nobody I’d rather go on my life journey with than you, and I’m the luckiest man alive to know that you feel the same way, too.”
Jordan’s stomach turned. She pushed away her food. This was a little too much, even for her. She needed some air. She got to her feet, wooziness seeping through her. A mixture of half a glass of wine, minimal food, and a broken heart.
“I also just wanted to say a huge thank you to Abby’s bridesmaids who’ve made this journey epic. Obviously I’ll do a proper toast at the wedding with gifts for you all.”
Jordan sat with a thud.