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Chapters (40)
  1. Cover
  2. Also by Clare Lydon
  3. Dedication
  4. Chapter 1
  5. Chapter 2
  6. Chapter 3
  7. Chapter 4
  8. Chapter 5
  9. Chapter 6
  10. Chapter 7
  11. Chapter 8
  12. Chapter 9
  13. Chapter 10
  14. Chapter 11
  15. Chapter 12
  16. Chapter 13
  17. Chapter 14
  18. Chapter 15
  19. Chapter 16
  20. Chapter 17
  21. Chapter 18
  22. Chapter 19
  23. Chapter 20
  24. Chapter 21
  25. Chapter 22
  26. Chapter 23
  27. Chapter 24
  28. Chapter 25
  29. Chapter 26
  30. Chapter 27
  31. Chapter 28
  32. Chapter 29
  33. Chapter 30
  34. Chapter 31
  35. Chapter 32
  36. Chapter 33
  37. Epilogue
  38. Would You Write Me A Review?
  39. Acknowledgments
  40. Also by Clare Lydon

“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 was the 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, nobody had 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.

Delta poured them another glass of fizz, then settled on the golden sofa at the end of the bed. With Taran in the room, Abby had given Delta pointed looks that told her no discussion of Jordan. Delta had given her a tacit nod of agreement.

Instead, she’d applied spot cream to Abby’s face — another delightful side effect of being so stressed was Abby had broken out in zits on her chin. After that, Delta had filled Abby and Taran in on how things were going with Nikita. The answer: well. In a week, they’d even progressed to talking about being a proper couple. This was a big thing for Delta. It had certainly snapped her out of her doldrums for being dumped.

“Because we just click, you know? I know I was upset about Nora and I put her first. Sorry about that. But just one week with Nikita has made me see my whole six months with Nora was nothing. Isn’t it strange how you can be with someone for a long time, put so much time and energy into them, and then wonder what you’ve been doing?” Delta gave her a sharp look.

Abby closed her eyes.

“Nikita’s come fully into my life and it’s like the clouds have cleared.”