Page 63 of Done with You

But Rayma’s party started a little later than Jordan’s. It was just after six o’clock, so first they were going out for dinner to Vista 18, which was a swanky restaurant and lounge on the top floor of the Chateau Victoria Hotel. Of course, Oona and her sisters were covering the tab for Rayma, which they had no problem doing. Rayma was worth it.

When it came to picking her maid of honor, Rayma said she couldn’t choose between her four sisters, so she asked them all to be her maids and matrons of honor. Her best friend, Peyton, was a bridesmaid. It was a little uneven, considering that Jordan only had Aiden and Jace on his side, but Rayma didn’t seem to care about the lack of balance. She said she wanted who she wanted and Jordan wanted who he wanted and that was that.

They drank and sang like tone-deaf sorority girls all the way downtown to the Chateau. They had a reservation and a few decorations had been covertly dropped off for the staff to set up ahead of time.

Rayma squealed when the Escalade pulled up the Chateau. “Are we going to Vista 18?”

“It was on your list of approved places, you little control freak,” Pasha said dryly as they all piled out of the limo.

Rayma beamed. “And you listened.” She patted Pasha on the head. “Good, big sister.”

Pasha rolled her soft brown eyes, then swatted Rayma on the butt playfully. “Get moving, kiddo.”

Heels clicking across the cobblestone, they all giggled and gossiped as they made their way to the front door of the hotel. A man in a uniform and a big smile held it open for them and Rayma did a little twirl as she stepped through. “I’m getting married!”

“He’s a lucky man,” the hotel employee said.

“He sure is,” Rayma cheered, heading to the elevator.

Oona fell in line with Triss and by the time they approached the elevator, it was too full. “We’ll grab the next one,” Oona said.

Rayma’s face fell. “No, we can cram in. I can ride on Pasha’s shoulders.” She tried to climb Pasha like a tree, but Pasha gently shoved her off.

“I’d rather not put my back out, thanks,” Pasha said with an eye roll.

“It’s all good, kiddo. We’ll meet you at the top,” Triss said as the doors closed.

Oona snickered while Triss yawned.

“How’s my nephew?” she asked, leaning over and rubbing her older sister’s perfect baby bump. Triss was in her final trimester and just a month away from delivering. She was waddling more than she was walking—her words, not Oona’s—and sleeping a lot. Oona thought she looked radiant and like she was trying to smuggle a watermelon under her dress.

“I think he’s going to come out with a full head of hair. I have such bad heart burn. Pasha had to write me a prescription for something because Rolaids just weren’t cutting it. I couldn’t even sleep the other night.”

Oona pouted and the elevator door opened. They waited for the people inside to exit, then stepped in. “That sucks. I’m sorry my beautiful little nephew is making you uncomfortable.”

Triss smiled and rubbed her belly. “He’s worth it, though.” She yawned again. “How are you doing? Rayma texted us last night to say there’s a weird vibe going on between you and Jordan’s brother. What’s going on?”

Heat raced up Oona’s face and spread across her chest, and into her armpits, making them suddenly very sweaty.

“Come on, Oons. You can’t keep anything from me. What’s going on?”

She’d been dying to tell someone. The secret had been eating away at her since she turned around at the airport and saw Aiden greeting Jordan and calling him brother.

But she didn’t want to take attention away from Rayma or make things awkward for her sister’s wedding. This was ten days. She could endure the man she was stupidly attracted to, but also couldn’t stand for ten days. She’d already endured it for three and they’d only slipped up and had sex once. Which would definitely not be happening again. Ever.

“We um …”

Triss’s brown eyes went wide. “You what?”

“We met a few weeks ago and I was Luna, he was Caden, and we spent the night together. Then the next day he comes in and he’s my new patient. I refuse him treatment. Things turn ugly. He leaves. Then we’re on the same flight out of Montreal and end up sitting next to each other. It was awful. Horrible. Terrible. No good. Not at all. Then in the airport, I find out he’s Jordan brother and things get even worse, since now we hate each other. But then we accidentally hate-fucked the other day. And things are so messy. I just need to stay away from him. Stop letting things happen to me, and start making them happen. And that means avoiding Aiden and making sure this wedding goes off without a hitch.” She exhaled and her chest heaved. She’d said all of that so fast, and without taking a breath. She turned to Triss and grabbed her sister’s hands hard. “You can’t say anything. I mean it, Triss. Not a word to anyone. This is Rayma’s day. Rayma’s week. I don’t want to take any attention away from her or make things awkward or weird. She deserves every bit of awesome and I will not be the one to ruin it for her.”

Triss’s mouth had dropped open mid speed-diatribe, and it had remained that way. She was blinking, but otherwise hadn’t moved.

The elevator chimed and the doors opened, spitting them out onto the eighteenth floor. “Promise me,” Oona murmured, releasing her sister’s hands and holding up her pinky finger, waiting for Triss to loop her pinky through it.

Finally, Triss snapped out of it and nodded, though she still seemed a little shell-shocked. She slowly linked her pinky around Oona’s.

“You’re bound by the pinky promise, now,” Oona said. “Punishable by death.”

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