“Most people do.” Abby was grateful to have her, too. “She’s walking me down the aisle, did I tell you that? My biological dad’s not interested. I asked Martin as I call him Dad, but he said Mum brought me up for six years before they met, so it should be her. But no, I never dreamed of a big wedding. It’s not really me. Yet, here I am having one.” All the while, she was sitting in a hot tub with a woman she was growing increasingly attracted to. Abby swallowed down, glancing up to the night sky, now a midnight blue. There weren’t many stars visible. When she glanced back at Jordan, however, her eyes were sparkling in the evening air like diamonds.

“It seems like I’ve forgotten a lot in my life. The wedding I wanted. The job I wanted.” Abby breathed out. “Once you start down a track like project management, it’s not easy to change to something else. You get sucked into the culture, the money, the people. And the longer you stay on the track, the harder it is to get out. I always wanted to do something that gave back. I thought project management was helping people, sort of. But now I remember it wasn’t my dream. Am I selling out on both counts?” When she said it out loud, she was pretty sure she was.

Jordan shook her head. “Of course not. You can change your job if you want to. For your wedding, you fell in love and went along with what your partner wants. Most people do. Although it’s usually the man going along with the woman.”

Jordan moved in the water, her hand coming into contact with Abby’s elevated foot. She shot a look at Abby that kept her in her place, before taking Abby’s ankle in her hands. “This is your bad one, right?”

Abby nodded. Yep. It definitely was. Although Jordan’s touch was making it feel so much better.

“You should elevate it more. If you put it in my lap, you’ll get a good angle.”

“Sure,” she replied.

Jordan’s fingers skated across her skin. Abby closed her eyes, imagining those fingers elsewhere. Drawing lazy circles on the inside of her thigh. Walking slowly up her midriff. Tracing a path from her neck to her earlobe.

Abby leaned her neck backwards as her fantasy played out, before snapping herself back to reality.

Her body jolted as she opened her eyes.

Jordan looked at her for a long moment, and the corners of her mouth flickered into a smile.

Something shifted inside Abby. Something that made her feel more uncomfortable than she already was.

Perhaps this hadn’t been the wisest move. As soon as Jordan touched her, or looked at her in a certain way, Abby’s mind scrambled and she couldn’t think of anything else.