Abby winced, shaking her head. “I think my heel broke.” She took off her cream heel and held it up. Sure enough, the heel was barely connected, flapping as she waggled it from side to side. She rubbed her side where she’d fallen. “Plus, that really fucking hurt.”

“Can you move your arm?”

Abby did so, wincing again. “It’s fine. It’s more my ankle. I don’t want it to be buggered for the rest of the weekend.”

Jordan put a hand under Abby’s armpit, helping her to a seat, just as Delta, Gloria, Nikita, and Erin arrived at the booth.

“What the fuck happened?” Delta’s face was stricken.

“My heel broke and I fell.” Abby leaned over and felt her ankle. She massaged it, then winced again. “It’s not broken, but I think I might head back.”

“Nooooo!” Delta said “We were just getting started. Plus, we’ve put in a whole load of requests for you.”

Abby glanced up. “For music or men to snog?”

Delta grinned. “A bit of both.”

“Just because I’m going home doesn’t mean you all have to. You can dance to all my records and you can share the men out among you. You’ll probably appreciate them more.”

“Nonsense!” Gloria said. “It’s your hen weekend. If you’re going, we all go.”

“And as your hen, I insist you stay put. Dance a little.” Abby nodded towards the bottle of booze. “If nothing else, we have vodka to drink and champagne ordered. So finish that, dance, then come home.” Abby glanced at Jordan. “You can take me home, then send the driver back for the rest, right?”

Jordan nodded. “Of course. Whatever you want.”

Abby gave a firm nod. “That’s settled then. Now, who’s going to help me up?”

Chapter 18

Abby winced as she hobbled out of the cab and up the path to the villa’s front door. In all honesty, she wasn’t in quite as much pain as she’d made out, but it had seemed like a good ruse to escape having to kiss any more men. Particularly when Delta had deemed kissing them on the cheek “not really kissing”. Abby was glad to be back at the villa. She was especially glad to be here with Jordan, who was the polar opposite of the rest of her hens: calm, considered, and sober.

As they walked onto the terrace, Abby glanced at Jordan. “You know you said you’d do anything for me this weekend?”

Jordan nodded slowly.

“I’d love it if you’d have a glass of wine with me and relax. It would definitely aid my ankle’s recovery.”

Jordan paused, then tilted her head. “I don’t normally drink on the job. But I’ll have a glass with you. Just keep it a secret, okay?”

Abby mimed zipping up her lips and throwing away the key.

“Sit down and wait there.”