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
“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.”