Page 31 of Done with You

Emotion clawed hard and thick in Aiden’s throat until all he could do was nod. He couldn’t even swallow, let alone say anything.

“Should we head back? I’m fucking freezing.”

Aiden’s head bobbed again. “I thought the West Coast was warmer than back home. This is fucking gross.”

“It’s a different cold, bro. A wet cold, from being right on the ocean. Blasts right past the layers and sets up camp in your fucking marrow until spring.”

“Ugh.”

Jordan huffed a laugh. “Yeah, but at least we don’t get the dumps of snow like you guys do. Don’t miss that.”

Aiden made fists with his fingers inside his pocket to keep them from freezing. He knew it would take a bit of time before he and Jordan were completely comfortable with each other again. It’d been over ten years since they last saw each other, and a lot had changed. A lot of time had passed, and they both harbored guilt and anger over what happened to Dallas.

Over what happened to their family.

But Jordan asking Aiden to be his best man was not something Aiden ever expected, but was overjoyed to be asked. He’d never been best anything, let alone a best man.

“So Rayma is intent on playing matchmaker with you and her sister,” Jordan said, changing the subject.

Aiden stopped on the sidewalk. “With Oona?”

Jordan peered at him curiously. “Yeah, why?”

“I just … what the fuck? Why?”

“Because you’re both single, in your thirties, and coincidentally live in Montreal. It doesn’t help that Mieka and Triss—two of their other sisters—have found love with brothers. Triss married Asher a couple of years ago and they’re expecting a baby, and Mieka is now with Asher’s brother, Nate. They all own a big ranch in Colorado together. They built Triss a clinic for her speech pathology, and are building Mieka a dance studio to teach dance. All on the property. The guys aren’t coming out until the day before the wedding, though. Need to stay and work on the ranch.”

“Fucking hell.”

“So, Rayma thinks it would be cool if she and Oona also ended up with brothers. I told her to cool her matchmaking jets, but she’s determined.” He glanced over at Aiden. “Figured you deserved a heads-up, in case you’re not single, or just not interested.”

What the hell was Aiden supposed to say to that?

Did he tell his brother that he’d already banged the sister and now they were enemies? Or did he keep it hush-hush to avoid any kind of drama before the wedding?

“I mean, she’s pretty cute,” Jordan said. “And a doctor. Like a psychologist type doctor. And she does pole dancing and burlesque. I’ve seen some of the videos, and like I said, she’s talented.”

Oh, Aiden knew she was talented. Oona had used him like a pole and climbed him, swung around his body while naked, then given him a lap dance like she had that chair during her burlesque performance.

“Yeah, she’s cute,” Aiden murmured. “But the focus is on you guys this week. The wedding. Not my love life.”

“Try telling that to my fiancée. It doesn’t help that we were set up. So she is a firm believer in matchmaking, not that she’s ever done it before.”

Aiden sorted. “As long as she doesn’t go hanging mistletoe around the house expecting me to kiss Oona, I think I can handle her.” They reached the front door again.

“Don’t give her any ideas,” Jordan replied, his chuckle lighthearted as he turned the handle and opened the door, a warm, pizza-scented waft of air flying toward them.

Rayma and Oona were on the couch, both of them in a fit of giggles with tears streaming down their cheeks. Rayma took one look at Aiden, then glanced over at Oona again, only to topple sideways and start laughing all over again.

What the fuck?

Did Oona just tell Rayma about them?

And if she did, what exactly did she say?

Chapter Eight

Even after her shower and getting into her pajamas for the night, Oona still smiled to herself at the memory of seeing the look of terror on Aiden’s face when he and Jordan walked back into the house and found her and Rayma laughing.

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