Page 122 of Done with You

She snorted and rolled her eyes. “I promise.”

Jordan and Rayma sashayed toward them, the newlyweds all smiles. “Hey,” Jordan said.

Aiden lifted his brows. “Marriage suits you.”

Rayma beamed. “Marriage to me certainly does.”

“Just got a text from a contact at the hospital. Mr. Zhao survived his stroke. He’s going to have a rough recovery, but they think he’ll pull through.”

“Thank God.” As if imaginary weights had been stacked on his shoulders, Aiden exhaled and relaxed in her arms. His body loosened and his entire demeanor changed.

She hadn’t realized it until now, but he’d been carrying around the worry and stress of the man who’d rolled his vehicle surviving since it happened.

“That’s wonderful news,” Oona said.

“The family has asked if they can reach out to you and say thank you. Thought I’d get your okay first, before I handed out your number.”

A pink flush bloomed in Aiden’s cheeks beneath his scruff.

Rayma swatted him on the shoulder. “Just do it.”

Aiden rolled his eyes but nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

Jordan and Rayma danced away, leaving Oona and Aiden on their own again.

“Wow,” she said, “what amazing news. That family is going to have an okay Christmas after all. I mean, he’s still in the hospital, but at least he’s still with th—”

She didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence before Aiden kissed her.

Smiling against his lips, she kissed him back.

It wasn’t a long kiss, or with tongue or anything like that. There were kids around, and he did just say he wanted to wait to start anything until he’d done the work. But it was a kiss that said a million things, all of them wonderful. It was a kiss full of promise, full of healing, growth, and hope.

Pulling away just enough, he broke their kiss and they both opened their eyes. “Sorry,” he said. “I know that we’re not supposed to be starting anything, but—”

This time it was her turn. She cut him off and kissed him again.

The kiss didn’t last more than a couple of seconds, and they both pulled away at the same time, smiling and opening their eyes. “I know,” she said. “It’s okay.”

“Time to throw the bouquet,” Rayma announced as the song ended.

“You’re expecting us to catch a pineapple?” Peyton asked, fear on her face.

Rayma shrugged. “Yeah?”

Oona wasn’t going to step forward into the mix of single women, but when she realized that it was just her and Peyton who would be standing there, she rolled her eyes and stepped forward. “Are we seriously the only two single women here?”

“I will fight you for the pineapple,” Peyton said, bending her knees and hunching over, getting into a fighting stance and shifting back and forth on her heels.

Oona gaped at her, then waved her hand. “I concede. Peyton can have the pineapple. She wins. I’m not getting into a brawl over a piece of produce.”

Peyton threw her hands up in the air. ”Yay! Victory!” Rayma gently tossed the pineapple in an underhand throw and Peyton caught it easy peasy.

Then it was time for the garter toss.

Jace and Aiden were the only single men, and Aiden quickly conceded the garter-win to Jace.

Jace and Peyton hadn’t been able to keep their eyes, hands, or lips off each other, so neither Oona or Aiden were chapped that they didn’t win.

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