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
“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.”