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
“Is it wise for you to come tomorrow at all?” Delta asked Jordan. “With everything that’s happened?”
Jordan dipped her head. She took a breath before she replied. “That’s up to Abby. She’s paid for a service.”
“And you’ve over-delivered, I understand,” Delta replied.
Abby gulped, but said nothing.
“If she doesn’t want me to come, Abby just has to say the word. I’m here to help the bride, not hinder. But unless I hear otherwise, I’ll turn up and fulfil my duties as planned. Even if it kills me.”
Jordan’s chest heaved as she gave Abby a searing look.
Then she turned on her heel and left.
Chapter 28
Jordan cut the engine and sat inside her car outside her flat. She gripped the steering wheel.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
What the hell was she going to do? She was in too deep. Abby knew it. She knew it. They’d been trying to contain it all week, but it was impossible. The genie was out of the bottle.
Her passenger door creaking open startled Jordan. Moments later, Karen sat down beside her and slammed the door.
“You really should lock your door, you know. Any kind of knife-wielding freak could open it and get you at any time.”
“Or worse still, you.” Jordan gave her a smile despite herself.
Karen flicked on the interior light and twisted in her seat, assessing Jordan. “So did you see her?”
A nod.
“And? All sorted?”
Jordan gave her a look. “Yep. We had a farewell shag, and now it’s done.”
Karen snorted. “Pub, then?”
Jordan sighed. “I wish.”
Karen banged on the dashboard. “What actually happened?”
“I picked up my keys, saw Marcus, then Delta came down, then Abby, and it was all sorts of awkward.” She sighed. “There’s just… every time we’re in proximity of each other, there’s a tension in the air, you know? Something I can’t quite pin down. But when Abby’s anywhere near me, I can hardly breathe.”
“It’s called desire, Jordan. It’s called kissing someone, having illicit sex with them once, and now not being able to think of anything else until it happens again.”
“It’s bloody draining, that’s what it is. How does anybody get any work done when this is happening? I can’t concentrate on anything. All I’m thinking about is her. Abby, 24/7.”
Karen put a hand on her knee. “I believe it’s known as falling for someone.”