When she’d woken up, she’d been inside Jordan.

Desire slid down her, landing right in her core.

“Me too, I slept like a log. Didn’t wake up until I heard you out here.” She paused. “Ready for today’s yacht trip?”

Abby nodded. “Totally. Yesterday was a gentle introduction to my hen weekend. I feel like today, it’s going to explode into life.”

Jordan flashed her a killer smile.

She really wasn’t helping. Abby was still hanging onto the side of the pool. Also hanging onto her sanity for dear life.

Jordan studied her like she was a work of art.

“I just wanted to say, too, that whatever you tell me this weekend stays with me. Total confidence. Just in case you were feeling a little exposed after our chat last night.”

“I can’t even blame it on tequila.” Abby paused. “The only other person who knows I slept with a woman is Delta, and I’d like it to stay that way. If Marcus’s cousins found out, it might get back to him. Or worse, to Marjorie. She already has a low enough opinion of me as it is.”

Jordan gave her a rueful smile. “If sleeping with a woman is the worst thing you can do, Marjorie definitely needs to broaden her horizons. But of course, your secret’s safe with me. I told you that from day one. I tell all my brides that.”

All her brides.

Because this was a job to Jordan.

Nothing more.

Abby had to remember that.

“Anyway, how about a race? Last one to the end of the pool and back makes the coffee.”

Abby grinned. “You’re on.”

Chapter 16

The yacht wasn’t just a yacht; it was a superyacht. A slice of heaven on the water.

“Fuck me,” were Jordan’s first words as she boarded, admiring the polished wooden decks under her feet. Jordan had seen this level of opulence before, but experiencing such a boat was still a treat.

Taran came dashing up from the lower deck, and grabbed Delta’s arm. “You have to come and see the bedrooms down here,” she said, giving Delta no choice. “It’s absolutely unreal. The lush fabrics! The amount of cushions! And there are mirrors everywhere.”

Jordan followed Marcus’s cousins, Arielle and Martha, up some steps to the middle deck. The sun was already hot on her back, and now she saw where the wall-to-wall Beyoncé was coming from. Beyond an outdoor round table that could seat ten, was an indoor lounge and bar, accessed via double glass doors. They were wide open, with a blond bartender hard at work within.

“There better be at least a plunge pool onboard.” Arielle turned to Martha. “We don’t want this trip to turn out like Cassandra’s disaster, do we?”