Or maybe she wasn’t.

Because that voice was her mum.

Which meant their party was about to be crashed.

Abby jerked with such ferocity that she went forward before moving backwards.

The crack as her head collided with Jordan’s reverberated around her brain. Abby clutched her head, dazed in more ways than one.

“Argh, fuck!” Jordan said.

When Abby peered through her hands, Jordan had moved backwards on the hot tub seat, clutching her head. Abby moved, too, staring at her hands as she pulled them from her head.

No blood.

But now, she had to get her mind back in the game, because she could already hear chatter and laughter coming from the upper terrace.

“I thought you were a cripple!” Delta shouted, hanging over the glass wall. “And here you are, drinking wine in the hot tub.” She wagged a finger in their direction. “I should have known you’d do all you could to get out of dancing.” She eyed the pair of them, waving the bottle of Grey Goose in the air. “We decided we couldn’t leave you, so we brought the booze with us. Are you two catching up on old times?”

Tendrils of a cracking headache began sprouting in Abby’s brain. Had Delta’s final words had a knowing tone to them? She was too flummoxed to worry.

“Stay where you are. I’m getting changed and coming in!” Delta shouted.

“Okay!” Abby replied, glancing at Jordan.

She was sitting, head flipped towards the stars.

They’d started, but they hadn’t finished.

Which was probably for the best.

But clearly, nobody had told Abby’s heart.

Chapter 19

Jordan woke up wondering where she was. Her brain took a little while to put it all into place. She was in purgatory, that’s where.

Otherwise known as Cannes, French city of dreams.

Currently her city of what-the-fuck.

She rolled over, cracking open a single eyelid. At least she wasn’t rolling over and into Abby. Now that would have been a monumental fuck-up.

Perhaps her habit of not forcing things was a good one. Or perhaps Delta, Gloria et al turning up when they did last night had saved her and Abby the trouble of making one of the biggest mistakes of her life. The one that would cost her job.

And then possibly steal her sanity. Because she might not have been in this situation before, but it was plain as day where it would end. She’d seen it before in books, in movies, and in real life.

Rule number one: don’t be someone’s final fling.

Rule number two: when one of the party is engaged to be married, things don’t normally turn out well.

However, it didn’t make her feelings any less real.

Plus, when Abby had looked into her eyes and told her she couldn’t stop thinking about her, that had seemed pretty real, too.