Abby turned her head, snagging Jordan’s gaze for a moment. “You need me to unhook my top?”

So many answers swirled around Jordan’s head, but she shook her head. “I’ll work around it. Don’t worry, this is not my first rodeo.”

And yet, in many ways, it felt like it was.

A few hours later, after a spot of jet-skiing, they had lunch around the back table, before retiring to the front of the boat. Travis was pumping tunes across the deck, and the hen party volume had gone up considerably. Nikita and Erin kept freaking everyone out with their Jaws impressions. Gloria had missed a spot with her sunscreen and had burned the back of her neck.

Meanwhile, Delta had her phone out, and was getting the hens to pose two by two at the front of the yacht, “just like Leo and Kate in Titanic.”

“I’m going to edit it and put it in a video, with Celine singing in the background.” Delta seemed to have put aside her heartbreak like a hero, and was taking her lead bridesmaid role seriously.

Abby was impressed. Delta had stepped up today, making sure the group were constantly entertained.

So far, Taran had tried to be Kate Winslet, with Gloria her willing Leonardo di Caprio. However, it hadn’t been a silver screen moment. Taran had looked down and wobbled, thinking she was going to fall into the ocean and get eaten by sharks. She’d shrieked and fallen backwards, sending Gloria toppling to the floor. Gloria’s bikini bottom had ridden up her arse, giving the whole group far more than they’d bargained for.

Everyone was still getting over it. And still laughing.

“Okay, who’s next for the Leo and Kate treatment.” Delta scanned the group. “What about you two?” She pointed a finger at Abby, then at Jordan.

Abby cleared her throat, shaking her head. “Someone else can go first.”

Beside her, Jordan nodded. “I’m still full from lunch.”

Delta looked at them like they’d gone mad. “I’m not asking you to perform a dance routine. You just have to stand at the front, clutch the metal rod and give me your best Hollywood impression. Abby, pretend Jordan is Leo. Or Marcus. Whichever one makes you most weak at the knees.”

Jordan glanced at Abby, giving her a shrug. “I’m game if you are.”

Abby stalled. More close contact, after she’d nearly collapsed when Jordan had applied sun lotion earlier? She’d made sure she sat away from her at lunch, but they just kept getting drawn back together. Mainly because whatever she wanted, Jordan was always on hand to get it. She was impossibly good at her job.

“Remember Abby. Give the camera those come-to-bed eyes!”

From being impressed with Delta, she wished she was just a little sadder and heartbroken right now.

Jordan climbed up onto the sofa, holding out a hand to Abby.