Page 103 of Done with You

“Is he okay?” Oona asked.

Aiden shrugged. “I don’t know. I got out of the rental car, went to check on him, stayed with him and did CPR until the paramedics arrived, but he was in rough shape when they took him away.”

“Fucking drunk drivers,” Jordan murmured, shaking his head. “When are they going to learn?”

“I thought so, too,” Aiden said slowly. “But … I think the guy had a stroke. I don’t think he was drunk.”

“How do you know?” Rayma asked.

Licking his lips, Aiden pulled out a bar stool at the island and sat down. Jordan went into the kitchen, opened the fridge and grabbed a can of flavored sparkling water, then passed it to his brother. “I chased the guy down, got right up beside him, thinking I could make him pull over, but when I got up beside him, I saw that he was already unconscious, then his hands fell from the wheel and he rolled into the ditch.”

“Was that what all the sirens were for earlier?” Rayma asked. “Was it just up here on the Pat Bay Highway?”

“If that’s the one that takes you to your parents’ hotel, then, yeah.”

“Holy shit,” Jordan murmured, shoving his fingers into his brown hair and shaking his head. “How old of a guy?”

“Fifties maybe?” Aiden said with another shrug. “Not very old. But I didn’t smell alcohol on him or in the vehicle and his face was droopy on the left side.”

They all stared at Aiden in bewilderment. But it was what he wasn’t saying, rather how he looked that was hitting Oona in a strange way. He hadn’t been part of the accident, not literally anyway, so his haggard appearance was from something else.

The mental toll of an epiphany, perhaps?

Because he sure did look like a man who’d come to Jesus on his freaking hands and knees.

His eyes lasered in on Oona’s and still, without saying a word, he told her that what she was thinking was true. He was different.

Curiosity made hot ribbons dance through her. What revelation did he have?

About what?

About who?

“I need to thank you, Aiden,” Rayma said, sipping her pinot. “You’ve pissed me off more than once since arriving here, but you’re well on your road to redemption after coming to my rescue today. An entire day with Yanna and Royce couldn’t have been easy and the fact that you’re still standing and I’m assuming my parents are still alive, says a lot about your strength of character.” She pointed her finger at him though. “But consider yourself right back in the doghouse if you open your mouth and say they’re really not that bad, and that you have no idea what we’re all so frustrated about.”

Aiden’s lips twitched like he thought about saying it just to tease Rayma, but then he sobered and nodded. “Happy to help. I’m really sorry again for what I said earlier today. I didn’t mean it.”

Rayma waved her hand in dismissal. “You were right. I’m not going to solve my problems at the bottom of a bottle, but a few nips of what’s in that bottle certainly takes off the edge of dealing with Yanna the Super Shamer. I also don’t normally drink like this.” She glanced at Jordan. “Right?”

“The Young sisters do seem to bring out the binge-drinkers in each other.”

Oona and Rayma snorted.

“We like wine, what can we say?” Rayma shrugged. “But I do drink a fair bit of it when I’m with my sisters.” She glanced at Oona. “Maybe we need to consider sober January?” Her eyes went wide. “Or sober February. My honeymoon is in January.”

Oona rolled her eyes and smiled at her sister before turning her attention to Aiden. “What did the three of you get up to today?”

Delight filled his green eyes and he focused on her. “Everything. All kinds of mischief.”

She snorted and smiled. “Bullshit. Yanna Young would have a heart attack if she even jay-walked.”

He popped the tab on the sparkling water and took a sip. “The aquarium, Butterfly World, Butchart Gardens, Craigdarroch Castle, the bug zoo, your dad wanted to visit miniature world, because apparently that was more than enough for him.”

Rayma had just taken a sip of her wine, but laughed as she had it in her mouth and snorted so hard it came out of her nose.

This only prompted Oona, Jordan, and Aiden to start laughing, too.

Jordan grabbed some paper towels and helped mop up his bride, meanwhile, Aiden’s eyes—shimmering with amusement—found Oona’s. His pain and shock from when he first arrived had mostly worn off, replaced by an almost tangible sense of peace and what Oona could only describe as glee. His eyes twinkled and his mouth curled up into a really sexy smile, causing the twin dimples to go into full-on attack mode.

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