Gloria clapped her hands. “I’m so looking forward to this already.” She leaned forward, half hanging out of her seat. “Are you going to spend the flight fixing everything on that big spreadsheet of yours, Jordan? I saw it when we were having coffee. I’ve never seen a hen weekend look like a corporate trip abroad before.”

Jordan smiled. It was a little forced, but it was there.

“Abby loves a spreadsheet, too,” Mum added. “You’re a match made in heaven.”

She was never going to stop embarrassing her, was she?

“I’m just trying to make this trip the smoothest ever, Gloria,” Jordan replied. “But of course, don’t think your help in the run-up — or Delta’s — hasn’t had a huge impact on the plans.”

Abby bit down a smile. When Jordan went into charm offensive, she was one of the best Abby had ever witnessed. What was she like when she was going after a woman? Did she have a spreadsheet then? Or was it purely based on instinct and attraction?

Abby glanced at Jordan, her own attraction tapping her on the shoulder. She jumped up, going down the plane, making sure all the hens were fine.

Her cousin Taran was sat beside Abby’s old friend Nikita. They were followed by Marcus’s cousins, Arielle and Martha, plus Abby’s friends from university, Erin and Frankie. Ten in all. It wasn’t a big hen party. She’d been on a couple that had over 20 people, and Abby had vowed never to do that. A night out in London with a nice meal would have done her fine, but it was Marcus and Marjorie who’d insisted on this, coming up with the plane, the villa, the contacts. And, of course, Jordan.

She walked back to her seat and sat down.

“Okay?” Jordan said, as if noticing Abby for the first time that day.

Abby nodded, goose bumps breaking out across her skin. This was really inconvenient. Being around Marcus wasn’t this distracting. Being around anyone else wasn’t as distracting as Jordan.

“I will be, once we take off. I’m a bit of a nervous flier. It was one of the reasons Marcus arranged this flight, so I wouldn’t stress quite as much.”

“Is it working?”

“I’ll tell you when we take off.”

Michelle walked past them, before stopping and turning around. “Would you like to sit up-front with me for any of the journey?” she asked Abby. “You’re very welcome to come in after take-off.”

Abby’s stomach rolled again. “I don’t think so,” she said. “Just get us there safe.”

Michelle gave her a salute. “I’ll do my best. And if you change your mind, let me know.”