Nothing but Jordan’s hands on her. Then her tongue on her. Then back to Abby’s dream, when she was inside Jordan.

She shifted on the hot tub seat, then looked away. She reached for her drink and took a large gulp. What she’d give to be a little more drunk now. Perhaps it would take the edge off her feelings.

The bubbles stopped. Quiet descended. As silence serenaded them, desire and panic crept up Abby’s spine like a slow, rising tide.

She searched her mind for something to say. Something that wasn’t incriminating.

“I like the feel of your hands on me.” Oh fuck. It wasn’t that.

All of Abby’s normal rules had flown out the window since she met Jordan.

“I’m glad.” Jordan didn’t meet her gaze.

Abby was desperate to get them back on an even keel. But it wasn’t easy while Jordan was still holding her foot. “So tell me, how many times have you seen the ‘get the bride to kiss a load of men’ game played out?”

“A few times before.” Jordan’s voice was like honey. She ran her tongue along her bottom lip.

Abby’s stare followed it, then flicked her gaze to Jordan’s.

Boom! Desire hit her full in the gut.

“But I’ve never squirmed so much while I was watching the bride. Because you’re not just any bride-to-be. Or any woman. Marcus was right on that count. You’re special, Abby.” Jordan looked away. “And I shouldn’t be saying any of this, so I’m going to shut up now.” She shook her head. “Ignore me,” she said quietly, almost as an afterthought.

Jordan had just called her special. Did that mean she liked her, too? And if it did, what then?

“Would it help to know that I hated the idea of kissing anybody else while you were in the room?”

Jordan stilled, before looking up. “You did?”

Abby’s heartbeat quickened as Jordan edged warily across the hot tub seat, closer to her.

The calm water kissed Jordan’s pert cleavage as she moved.

Abby sucked in a breath and dragged her gaze away. How she longed to be that water.

“It felt wrong. Like I was cheating. On you.” She dropped her head, as her heartbeat roared in her ears.

What the hell was she saying? Why were these words dropping from her lips?

But with Jordan sitting beside her, fixing her in place with her eyes, she couldn’t do anything else. It was like she’d been overtaken. As if Jordan had slipped some truth serum into her wine.