Page 110 of Done with You

“Life will go on.” She glanced down at Rayma. “The wedding will happen and it will be magical and glorious and they will have more money for their honeymoon because they will receive their deposits back in full. Please reiterate this expectation to your superiors and those in accounting.”

“I, uh … o-okay.”

“Thank you. You have a wonderful Christmas. Take care.” Then Oona disconnected the call. She glanced up from her sister’s teary face to find Aiden watching her with a gaping mouth and stunned look in his eyes. “What?” she asked before she could stop herself.

He sobered quickly and changed his face when Jordan spun around to look at him. Then he shook his head and stared down into the bowl of whipped cream like it was a Magic Eight Ball and held all the answers to the universe. “Nothing,” he muttered.

“What are we going to do now?” Rayma asked, doing her whiny-voice thing again. She sat up and Jordan joined her on the couch, taking her in his arms.

“We’ll figure it out,” he said, rubbing her back. “I’ll marry you right here, right now in our pajamas. I don’t care.”

Oona stood up, folded the dove-gray micro-fleece blanket that had been on her lap and inched past Rayma and Jordan’s legs. “I’m going to get dressed and make some calls.” She glanced back at her sister who had tears welling up in her eyes. “Don’t worry about this, kiddo. We are going to give you an amazing wedding. It just might not be the wedding you anticipated, okay?”

Rayma’s bottom lip stuck out and trembled.

“Okay?” Oona said more forcefully. “I’m not going to let this ruin my sister getting married. I promise.”

Finally, Rayma managed a half-hearted nod. Jordan hugged her tighter.

Oona nodded curtly, then took off to her bedroom. The first person she called was Pasha.

“Fuck,” Pasha said into the phone after Oona reiterated her conversation with the venue and catering person. “I had a feeling something like this was going to happen. Heath is going to go pick up Mom and Dad and bring them here since Jordan has their car and they wouldn’t drive in this white shit anyway. They’ll be here within the hour.”

Oona glanced at the clock on her phone. It was nearly ten in the morning.

“Put the phone on speaker,” Mieka said from the background. “I’m just glad that Nate and Asher’s flights got in yesterday, otherwise they probably wouldn’t have made it.”

“So you must have a pretty full house now?” Oona asked, peeling out of her pajama pants and tank top and rummaging through her suitcase for her thick winter socks. She put the phone on speaker so she could search with both hands. She’d done a load of laundry yesterday, so she had more clothes to wear, considering that she’d packed pretty lightly.

“Yeah, full house. Both cowboys were up early and out shoveling the driveway,” Mieka said.

“Ranchers,” came two gravely grumbles from the background.

“Made Heath feel like a slacker. Then all three of them were out there shoveling and snow-blowing the neighbors’ driveways. But given the way its still coming down, they’re going to have to get out there again soon,” Pasha said.

“How is our sister doing?” Triss asked.

“As can be expected given that it’s Rayma, her wedding, and it’s Rayma,” Oona said, which made the other three snort.

A knock at her bedroom door had her quickly tugging her navy-blue cashmere sweater over her head and slithering into her light gray yoga tights. She opened the door expecting Jordan. Rayma wouldn’t have knocked. But instead, she found Aiden.

He cleared his throat. “I uh … I have some ideas.”

“Who is that?” Mieka asked.

“Aiden,” Oona said, opening the door so he could step inside. She closed the door behind him and the room instantly felt smaller. Like she had to be smashed up against him because the walls were closing in.

She ignored that suffocating feeling and went to her nightstand to grab her stud diamond earrings and put them in. Then she sat on the edge of her bed and pulled on her thick winter socks. “Where is Rayma?” she asked him, chastising herself for letting her gaze wander down his body encased in a tight white tank top, and then getting glued to the front of his gray sweatpants.

“Jordan took her into their bedroom. She’s crying.”

“Ah, fuck,” Mieka said. “Poor kiddo.”

“The marriage commissioner also just called and he won’t be able to make it. Apparently the only one they could get to work on Christmas Eve lives all the way out in Sooke and he’s snowed in.”

Oona hung her head and shook it. “Crap. Crap. Crap.”

“You said you had ideas?” Pasha asked, her voice cold.

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