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“More than fish and chips?”

Abby kissed her lips. “Close call, but yes.”

“More than Honeymoon in Blackpool?”

“Just about.”

“More than fuck me now?”

Abby leaned down. “I have a strong affection for those words, too,” she said, before sliding her wet tongue into Jordan’s mouth.

Epilogue

One Year Later…

“Jordan! Jordan!”Abby rolled her eyes, walking from the kitchen into the lounge. “I swear, when Wimbledon is on, you go tone-deaf.”

Jordan didn’t take her gaze from the screen. “Wimbledon is my one sporting love. Plus, the lesbian’s winning. I have an excuse.” She flicked her gaze up at Abby. “What were you asking?”

“If you wanted square sausage with brunch? Too much or not?”

Jordan got up, and walked over to drop a kiss on Abby’s lips. “Of course I want square sausage. I always want square sausage. If I don’t, you’ll divorce me. Isn’t that how it works?”

“I can’t divorce you if we’re not married yet.” A smile graced Abby’s lips.

Jordan waved a hand at her. “Details. Ones we’re going to talk about over brunch with all our parents, right?” Jordan’s insides rolled. “I still can’t quite believe we’re introducing everyone. Especially when the tennis is on. What sort of planning is that?”

“Yours, I believe.” Abby gave her a look. “Will your parents eat square sausage?”

“They’ll eat anything you put in front of them. Including each other. So let’s keep the conversation going before that happens, okay?”

Abby shook her head. “You make them sound terrible. They’re both lovely people.”

“Individually, yes. Together, not so much.” Jordan pursed her lips. “But they have to meet sometime, so it might as well be today.” She pulled Abby close to her. “It’s all worth it, though, if I get to marry you at the end of it all.”

Abby smiled. The smile she kept just for Jordan. “Whoever thought Mrs One Night Stand would be saying that?”

Jordan pressed a finger to her chest. “Not me.” She cocked her head. “You definitely want to marry me?”

Abby slapped her arse. “Stop asking stupid questions.”

“You sure this is the wedding of your dreams?”

“I never had a wedding of my dreams. I had a wedding I thought I had to have. But I didn’t go through with it.” She paused. “Talking of which, I meant to tell you. I saw Arielle last week in London when I was at a meeting about my new job.”

Jordan stilled. “Marcus’s cousin?”

Abby nodded.

“How was that?” Awkward would be the first word that sprang to mind.

Abby dropped her head. “Okay, surprisingly. Almost normal. We had coffee. She told me my hen weekend was one of the best she’d been on. I wasn’t expecting that.”

Jordan exhaled a breath. “Did she bring up Marcus?”

Abby nodded. “She did. He’s got a new girlfriend. A new fianceé, in fact.” She rubbed her palms up and down her thighs. “So, Marcus has moved on. I’m pleased for him.”

Jordan hugged her tight. Abby had agonised over the pain they’d caused him. It was good to know Marcus was going to get the happy ending he deserved, too.