Not safe for work. Jordan was very much at work.

“I think Jordan can live without that particular breakfast.” Abby sat forward, moving her sunglasses up her face.

Was it Jordan’s imagination, or was Abby’s gaze sliding down her body?

She blinked again.

Something rushed in her chest.

It must be her imagination.

“The world always needs square sausage, young lady,” Gloria said. “Don’t shy away from your roots. I know we had eggs, avocado, and smoked salmon this morning and it was delicious. But sometimes, a square sausage is the only thing that’ll cut it.” She pointed at her chest. “At least for this proud Scot.”

Abby laughed, her gaze still on Jordan. “When we get home, I’ll cook you some, okay? Mum’s right. You need to experience it once in your life.”

Desire pooled in her stomach as she focused on Abby in her blue polka dot bikini. Damn, her legs were fine.

“I’m always up for new and exciting experiences, so count me in.” Had she managed to make that reply light and throwaway?

Gloria looked from one to the other, as if she might say something, then didn’t. “Anyway, we’ve been on this boat for 20 minutes and nobody’s brought the bride a drink!”

Jordan jumped up. Shit, she was forgetting her duties.

However, Gloria shook her head. “Let’s get her other bridesmaids on the case, shall we? Delta! Taran! We need drinks!”

Abby bent down and rummaged in her bag.

Jordan stared at the piercing blue sky. Cloudless. Unlike her mind.

“Can you do my back?” Abby held up a bottle of sunscreen to Gloria.

Gloria jumped up. “I have to go to the loo, I’ve been dying to for a while now but I keep putting it off. Why do we do that?” She glanced Jordan’s way. “Jordan can do it for you, can’t you?”

Jordan nodded, her mouth a desert. “It’s what I’m here for.”

Abby moved in front of Jordan, giving her the bottle. “Thanks.” She didn’t look sure about this turn of events, either.

Jordan cleared her throat, glancing around the boat. Everyone was elsewhere. It was a big yacht. None of them were taking any notice of Jordan and Abby.

After all, it was just applying sunscreen. To Abby’s firm, pale shoulders.

The same ones Jordan may or may not have imagined kissing earlier.

She gave the bottle three pumps before applying it to Abby’s back, trying not to overthink this. Her fingertips tingled as she swept them across Abby’s satin skin.

“Make sure you get a good coverage,” Abby said. “A burnt or peeling bride is never a good look.”

“Gotcha.” Jordan sprayed some more, applying it to the back of Abby’s arms, the side of her back. Jordan’s fingertips strayed near to the edge of Abby’s breast, but she made sure there was no contact.