Moments later, the silence was broken as the rest of the hen party entered the cave, splashing and chattering about how cold and dark it was.

“Was that a bat?” Taran shouted.

There were screams and splashes from the rest of the group. Within seconds, most of them had turned and swum out. Everyone apart from Delta, who was nearing the two of them. As she swam up to them, she gave them a grin.

“Fancy meeting you here.” Delta raised a single eyebrow. “You know, every time I turn around, you two seem to be together.” She turned her gaze on Abby, then Jordan. “Are you up to something? Plotting a surprise for the rest of us?”

Abby wouldn’t be surprised if Delta’s gaze had burned a hole in her skull, it was that intense. “We swam in here, then I swallowed half the sea.” Was guilt stamped on her forehead? She hoped not. “Jordan came to my rescue. So if she’s plotting anything, it’s not my untimely death.” She laughed, but it sounded hollow even to her ears. Or maybe that was the cave.

Jordan shivered. “But now I’ve saved the day, shall we get back to the yacht before we’re eaten by bats or die of hypothermia?” She swam a few metres, before turning back to them.

“That’s not on your spreadsheet, is it, Wonder Woman?” Delta gave Jordan a grin.

Chapter 17

Jordan led the group out of the cocktail bar. Their volume had crept up as the alcohol consumption rose. It was now at jet-engine level. Delta and Erin were the ringleaders as far as she could see, with Gloria making a valiant effort to keep up.

The superyacht had been a success. Abby hadn’t drowned, and Jordan had resisted pressing her up against the walls of the cave and kissing her into oblivion. Probably for the best. Since then, she’d got the group home, changed, out for dinner, and then to a swanky cocktail bar with shimmering gold walls and a gold-embossed menu, which Gloria had declared “fit for a princess!” So now, the whole group had renamed the bride-to-be, Princess Abby.

“What’s next on the agenda for Princess Abby?” That was Delta shouting at Jordan.

Jordan checked her phone. Their next stop was Club Orange, which was the only stop she wasn’t sure Abby truly wanted. She texted their driver to let him know they were ready to be picked up, and led the group to a lay-by a few metres away.

Their minibus appeared within minutes, and Jordan slid open the door, telling the driver where they wanted to go in smooth French. She’d always loved the French language, and was thrilled to put her skill to good use. That it never failed to impress women was a happy side effect. Tonight was no exception.