Back Before You Say I Do
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

“I don’t think I’ll ever tire of waking up with you.”

“You’ve only done it once. Give it five years, then see what you think,” Jordan replied.

Abby shook her head. “I won’t change my mind. I’m going to really think about my decisions and what I want with my life from now on.” She paused. “I nearly married a man who wouldn’t eat fish and chips from the paper. He always needed a plate.”

“It’s not the crime of the century.”

“No, but it’s a sign. A red flag.” She kissed Jordan’s lips. “Thanks for making me see things more clearly.”

“You’re very welcome. I’m just glad you don’t hate me for hijacking your wedding.”

Abby blew out a breath. “What would you have done if I’d said no?”

“Had a tantrum on the pavement like a toddler?”

Abby laughed. “Very sexy. That would have been sure to win me over.” She moved swiftly, climbing on top of Jordan. “But seriously, you saved my life yesterday. And yes, I need to go back and speak to Marcus, and everyone else who put time and effort into the wedding. I owe them all. Money and my apologies. But it was the right thing to do.”

Jordan couldn’t concentrate on much more than Abby’s full weight on top of her, her naked form causing waves of want to pulse through her. But she tried her best to decipher the conversation, too.

“I can come with you.” Jordan stroked Abby’s arse, as her leg fell between her thighs. More waves crashed through her.

“I’m not sure both of us going would be the best thing. This is my mess. I have to clear it up.”

“Whatever I can do to help.”

Abby tilted her head. “Do you think you’re going to carry on being a professional bridesmaid?”

Jordan couldn’t tell if she was asking her not to. She shook her head. “I’ve got a few jobs booked in, so I’m going to talk to them, and be honest. If they still want me, I’ll honour my commitments this year. But after that, I think it’s time to look for a new job. I was going to do that anyway. This has just pushed the agenda forward.” She squeezed Abby’s bum cheek. “You’re worth it, though.”

Abby stroked a hand up the outside of Jordan’s thigh.

Jordan quivered anew.

“You think this relationship can take both of us changing jobs at once?”

Jordan blinked. “You don’t need to, do you? Didn’t you just get a promotion?”

“I did, but meeting you has made me see things differently. Made me remember what we talked about when we were kids.”

“We didn’t know each other when we were kids.”