“I haven’t had the best luck with women.” She said it like it meant nothing. “Let’s just say that.”

“It sounds like we’re not so different when it comes to love. Before I met Marcus, I hadn’t had a partner in a few years. I hadn’t had my heart trampled. In fact, anything but.” Abby shrugged. “Every man I got together with, the spark was never truly there. I always finished it in the end. But then I stayed solo for a few years, and everyone was getting on my back to meet someone.”

“So Marcus came along at just the right time?”

Abby gripped the glass wall with both hands, taking a small step back and dropping her head. Her hair fell forward. “He did. When he turned up at my office, I did a double-take. Then after we went out for dinner, it just happened. No drama.” She shrugged. “Getting together with him was easy. There were no fireworks, no grand gestures. We just fell into each other. Our wedding felt inevitable.”

“That’s a good thing, right?”

Abby lifted her head and ran a hand through her hair. She didn’t look so sure. “I guess so. But we don’t have a relationship like Taran and Ryan. We live apart, and I don’t have to speak to him all the time. Sometimes I wonder if I’m settling. That it’s just my time of life to get married. If I’ve taken the easy road.”

This conversation was a well-worn theme among her brides. “If Marcus is the easy road, perhaps it’s one worth travelling?” She turned and leaned her bum on the glass wall, staring at Abby. Damn, she was beautiful. “He loves you, you love him, and you come from a basis of friendship. I’d say that counts for a lot.”

Abby sucked in her cheeks. “So everyone tells me.”

Jordan tried so hard not to stare at Abby’s exposed neck. At the way the moonlight danced on her skin. But she failed. Desire lodged itself in her throat like a fishbone. She swallowed hard.

Abby stared at her, then shook her head. “But back to you. Much more fun.” Her smile lit up the night. “Are you gay, bi, or something else?”

That was direct. “Card-carrying gay.”

“What does the card say?”

Jordan smiled. “Come back in October when I’m done with weddings, then we can talk.”

Had she really just said that out loud? Like she was some kind of lothario? She couldn’t trust herself to say the right thing anymore.

Abby laughed. But was there hesitation in her tone, too? “I’m intrigued you haven’t had a relationship for so long.” Her face turned pensive. “Brings a whole new meaning to the term ‘married to your job’.”