Abby cast her gaze down as they untangled themselves from each other. Her feet were suddenly so interesting. She gulped, her heart still slamming against her ribcage, the torrent of butterflies in her stomach swirling around and around, with nowhere to go. When she eventually looked up, Jordan’s face was flushed, her sleep crease intensified.

What was she thinking? Abby wanted to know, but then again, she didn’t. Abby stared into her eyes for a few seconds, before it became too much. If she carried on staring at Jordan, she’d step closer. If she stepped closer… yeah, that couldn’t happen again.

She’d done it now.

It was out of her system.

That’s what she had to keep telling herself.

“I’m not sure what to say.” She ground her flip-flop into the floor.

Jordan’s feet were bare. Her feet were really pretty. Just like her.

Abby internally rolled her eyes.

“We should go to bed.” Jordan bit her lip. “I don’t think talking is going to help tonight. Do you?”

Abby shook her head. They were beyond talking now. They’d entered a totally new realm.

Jordan began to walk, but Abby placed a hand on Jordan’s arm. Her whole body tingled anew at the touch.

“I’m sorry. That was completely my fault. We’ll sort it out when we get home.”

The look Jordan gave her was so hot, it left a mark on her skin. Then she left the room.

Abby clutched the island. This was a crossroads. Either a beginning, or a full stop. Static noise began to fill her brain. She pushed herself towards the door and snapped off the light.

Had that really just happened?

She walked up the stairs, glancing at Jordan’s door as she passed it.

She touched her fingertips to her still-hot lips.

Yes, it really had.

Chapter 21

Breakfast had been one of the most awkward meals she’d ever endured. Jordan had focused on making sure everyone was fed and watered, on talking to the staff and giving them a tip, on finding Gloria’s stories fascinating. Luckily, she and Abby had flown under the radar with ease. First, because nobody suspected a thing. Second, because Delta and Nikita disappearing and spending the night together had proved the hot topic of conversation. Delta was Jordan’s new favourite person.

She’d been friendly but professional with Abby. Even though, inside she’d been a bundle of frayed nerve endings and conflicted emotions.

Jordan knew what she wanted.

She was also well aware it was something she couldn’t possibly have.

Now they were heading back home. As Jordan walked up the short flight of steps to the jet that would take them back to London, she juggled the pieces of the weekend in her head. However, when she tried to lay them out and piece them together, she drew a blank.

In her mind, they fitted. But only there.