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 feel like I should come on this hen weekend, to protect you from yourself.”
“I can handle it, I’m a pro.”
“You’re doing press-ups without me nagging. You’re going to the gym of your own accord. This is not the Jordan I know and love. You’ve even started buying kale. That’s when I know things are bad.”
Jordan bent forward, touching her toes with her fingertips. “I’m just trying to be healthy, that’s all. You’ve been telling me to do this for years. I thought you’d be happy.” She eyed Karen as she came back upright.
“I am. I’m all for it. I’m just questioning the reason, that’s all.” She paused, pushing her fringe out of her eyes. “How long are you away for?”
“Four days. Friday to Monday. The itinerary is packed, too. I get to flex my French in Cannes, plus the whole party will fall in love with my supreme organisation skills.”
Karen paused before she spoke. “Four days is a long time to be in a confined space with someone you’re developing feelings for.”
Jordan flopped down on the sofa beside Karen, covering her face with her forearm as she blew out. “I am not developing feelings for Abby. Plus, I’m not an animal. I don’t act on my feelings. I’ve liked plenty of women before and not acted on it. I mean, that’s basically the story of my life. You remember. You’ve been there for most of it.”
That brought a smile to Karen’s face. “You’re not wrong there.”
“So I don’t know why you’re stressing. I am the world’s worst at telling someone how I feel. At doing anything to move romance forward. Everything that’s ever happened in my life romantically has been the result of an accident, or someone else taking the lead. And that’s not going to happen this weekend, is it? Not on Abby’s hen weekend.”
“You have a point.” Karen nudged Jordan with her elbow.
“If anything, I’m still puzzled why she’s marrying Marcus. I mean, he seems absolutely lovely, but I wouldn’t put the two of them together, you know?”
“He’s loaded.”
Jordan nodded. “He is. But his money also brings issues. Plus, I wouldn’t put Abby into the gold-digger bracket. She’s got a good enough job herself.”
Karen shrugged. “Biological clock ticking?”
“More likely.” Jordan blew out a breath. “It just seems a shame for her to get married if she’s not totally into him.”