For Abby, this was where she came to think, to be herself. Sometimes, she just came to have a beer on this patio, overlooking the range. Marcus didn’t like bars like these, preferring restaurants or cocktail bars. It felt strangely thrilling to be in here with someone else. Someone she felt at home with already. She’d invited Jordan into her inner sanctuary, and it felt okay. That wasn’t lost on Abby.

Jordan was walking towards her now, concentration on her face as she tried not to spill their beers, a packet of Walkers Salt & Vinegar crisps dangling from her mouth. The last button on her black shirt was undone, revealing a little of Jordan’s flat midriff. Her golden hair was styled just-so, and she was wearing a pair of Nike trainers that Abby had looked at herself a few weeks ago. Marcus had told her they were “unclassy”.

They didn’t look unclassy on Jordan.

Nothing had so far.

Maybe she should have bought them. Although it would have been embarrassing if they’d both turned up wearing the same style.

“Here you go.” Jordan put the drinks on the table, then took the bag of crisps from her mouth. “I wasn’t sure if you were a crisp eater or whether you’d banned carbs in the run-up to your wedding. Most brides do. However, you did order an IPA, so I figured it was worth the risk. Plus, if you don’t want them, I’m sure I could polish them off.”

Abby shook her head as she took a sip of her beer. “I can help, have no fear. This is dinner tonight, so I think I can spare a crisp or two for today’s calories. Although no Instagram stories. If Marjorie saw this, she might have a heart attack.”

Jordan laughed, opening the pack wide so they could both dip in. “I met Marjorie the other day, and she was very nice to me.”

“Because you’re skinny. And pretty.”

Jordan looked at her like she was mad. “Says you. You’re hardly ugly. And I bet the last time you knowingly ate a slice of white bread was at least four years ago.”

Abby let out a howl of laughter. “Maybe three.” She liked the way she laughed with Jordan.

She’d liked the feel of her in her arms earlier, too, when she was showing her how to swing.

But she wasn’t going to think about that.

After all, they were friendly feelings, nothing more.