Jordan tried not to follow them.

Abby’s hands settled on her flat stomach as she turned one way, then the other, looking at the dress from all angles in the 360-degree mirrors set up in the spacious changing rooms.

“If you’re not feeling it, try on the other one. You had two choices, right?”

Abby nodded. “Marcus told me to buy them both and hang the expense. But now I’m worried. What if I don’t like either of them? What then?”

Jordan walked over and stood next to her, trying not to breathe her in, and failing. Abby was quickly turning into one of her most favourite smells in the world.

“You chose these two out of many options. You’ll love one of them, trust me. Try the other one, but if that doesn’t do it, I think this one looks amazing on you.” For once in her professional life, Jordan wasn’t lying.

Abby turned, her gaze settling on Jordan. “You do?”

“I do. You look incredible.”

Abby blushed. “Thanks.” She waited until Jordan stepped back, then pulled the curtain.

Jordan sat back down, recovering her poise, hoping she’d been as professional as possible. A few minutes later, her right leg started jigging up and down again.

“Jordan?” Abby pulled the curtain back on dress number two.

“Yes?” But the words stuck in her throat when she saw Abby. Because if dress number one had been a solid choice, dress number two was a knock-out. Fitted, with minimal beading on the front, and exquisite lace scattered across it. This dress had Hollywood glamour stamped through it. It helped that it had a Hollywood-style bride inside it, too.

Abby raised her arm, showing off her toned bicep. Was that from all the golf? Jordan made a mental note to do some extra press-ups this week.

“I’m having trouble getting the zip done all the way up. Could you give me a hand?”

Jordan walked up behind her, trying to ignore her racing heartbeat. Despite everything, her hands were steady as she grasped the zip on Abby’s dress and tugged it upwards. The dress fitted perfectly. As Jordan finished, her hand grazed Abby’s bare back.

Jordan stilled. She flicked her eyes upwards, and caught Abby’s gaze in the mirror. Had she gasped slightly when Jordan touched her?

Whether she had or not, Jordan was still standing motionless, expression trained on Abby. The moment sat between them, pulsing.

Abby was giving her a weird look.

It was one Jordan had seen before.

A mix of want, but also frustration. She’d glimpsed it before in her life. But never with a bride.

Jordan didn’t look away for a few more moments, trying to work it out.

She must be mistaken.

Abby was getting married.

To a man.

She was simply getting carried away.