Abby drew the curtain across quickly, and disappeared behind it.

The clatter of the curtain track sounded like Jordan’s mind, about to fly off the rail. Jordan’s hands went to her face to rub up and down. She couldn’t do that, as it would mess up her make-up.

She dropped her hands, and shook her head.

She’d just come out to Abby. She hoped Abby was cool with it. Yes, she had a gay maid of honour, but you just never knew. Maybe her quota for gay bridesmaids stopped at one. Jordan hoped Abby realised not all lesbians were as flaky as her best friend, who was proving to be a terrible maid of honour. Of course, Jordan had seen it before. But even she was mad at Delta today. Jordan could really have done with Delta’s presence to stop her fixating on Abby’s hourglass figure.

The good news? Abby was about to get into a bridal gown. If there was anything that would cool Jordan’s feelings it was a big, fluffy white dress. She’d never found wedding dresses sexy in the least, and had no idea why anyone else did, either. White suited just about nobody. Match it with a tiara and satin shoes, and Jordan was out.

“Shit.” That was Abby’s voice from behind the cream curtain.

Jordan got up and hovered outside, flexing her toes in her shoes. “Everything okay?”

Abby poked her head out. Her shoulders were naked.

Jordan kept her gaze at eye level.

“It’s just, I’m wearing the wrong bra for one of these dresses. One of them is an off-the-shoulder number, and I forgot to bring my strapless bra.” Abby’s fingers tightened around the curtain.

Something inside Jordan clenched. She ignored it.

“You think they have one here?”

Jordan sucked on her top lip. “They might, but I’m not sure I’d want to put on a second-hand bra. You want me to get you one? I know the M&S lingerie department like the back of my hand.” There were perks to her flatmate, and the shop was just around the corner. “Nude and strapless, right?”

Abby nodded. “Would you? That would be a lifesaver. I really want to see it as it’ll be on the day.”

“That’s my job, right?” Jordan gave her a grin. “What are you? A 32D?” She felt the blush hit her cheeks almost instantaneously. Did that sound like she’d been checking out Abby’s tits? Because she hadn’t, she’d just taken a normal interest. Okay, perhaps a greater interest than the average person on the street. But that was her job.

Abby held her gaze, an emotion flitting across her face Jordan couldn’t quite pin down.