She’d got to know Abby a whole lot better.

She’d shared her hopes and dreams with her.

Then she’d kissed the bride. It wasn’t an extra she should ever include on her website.

Jordan clutched the handrail, following Gloria’s pert bum. Like mother, like daughter.

Really not helpful.

“Good afternoon, ladies!” Captain Michelle gave them a wide smile. “I hope you’ve had a fantastic time in Cannes, and that you were given a hen weekend to remember?” She aimed the final part at Abby, who was at the top of the stairs, in front of her mum.

Abby nodded. “It was incredible,” she said, glancing behind. “Mum, Delta, Jordan, everyone.” Abby’s gaze landed on Jordan and her cheeks coloured pink. “It’s been a weekend to remember.” Abby walked onto the plane.

Jordan wouldn’t argue with that summation. Now they just had to get through the final trip home, before they could finally spend some time apart and try to work out how to handle this situation on their own. There was no handbook. They were going to have to write it themselves.

Jordan nodded at Michelle as she passed her, taking in her starched uniform and shiny shoes. Had she been in the army before becoming a regular pilot? Or did they teach similar skills at pilot school, too? It was nice to have her mind focus on a different issue to the one that had overwhelmed her all weekend. However, once she was in the plane and breathing in Abby’s floral perfume that was lingering in the air, that all came crashing down.

She came to a halt near the front of the plane, hovering in the aisle between Abby and Gloria.

“Feel free to sit with your mum on the way back if you like.” Jordan smiled at Gloria, then glanced back down the plane to where Delta was sitting next to Nikita. They looked every inch the couple they proclaimed they were not. “Looks like she’s been dumped by her travel buddy.”

Gloria smiled, reaching down to plump up her travel pillow. “I wouldn’t sit next to me.” She held up her pillow. “I have my trusty friend here, and I plan to pull up my arm rest and lie down for the flight.” She tapped Jordan’s arm. “You sit with Abby. You know what she’s like on take-off. You can hold her hand.” She gave her a wink and turned her attention to getting comfortable.

Okay. She was going to have to call on all her professional qualities for this one. She glanced at Abby, who was busying herself putting her hand luggage in the overhead lockers, studiously ignoring Jordan.

Maybe this could work out. If they just agreed to ignore each other the whole flight, they could get through it no problem.