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“Uh ...” He spun around to give her privacy.

“Sorry,” she murmured.

“All good.”

She finished what she needed to do, found her thong and put it on. Then they both washed their hands, and with Aiden sticking his head out the bathroom first, checked to see if the coast was clear.

It was, so he exited, then a moment later, she did.

She snagged his eye for half a second as she headed back to the bridal suite.

All they did was share a knowing, secretive smirk with each other, but it warmed her so thoroughly, she probably could have rolled around naked in the snow and melted all of it.

Chapter Twenty-Three

As predicted, the wedding went off without a hitch. Rayma loved the decorations, the food, and everything in between. Heath stoically cried as he walked her down the aisle and passed her off to Jordan. It was bizarre to see the big blond gorilla—who was also a killing machine when it was called for—cry, but also truly heartwarming.

Even though the florist had the bouquets ready to go so nobody was without, Rayma decided, last minute, to carry a pineapple down the aisle instead.

And when Jordan saw her carrying it, he cracked up laughing so hard tears were rolling down his cheeks. And when his vows promised to always have a pineapple on the counter, Rayma barked out a laugh that made the whole crowd start to chuckle.

It wasn’t a serious ceremony, but it was one full of joy and love and beauty. Their vows had jokes, everyone laughed and Rayma even called him Lassie and told him that he could always come home.

Oona’s parents sat at the back, and they had Heath drive them to their hotel within half an hour of the reception starting.

When they embraced Rayma and Jordan after the ceremony, neither of them made eye contact with Oona or any of her sisters. And they didn’t even say goodbye when they left.

The party would be more fun without them anyway.

Rayma and Jordan decided that since their photographer also had to cancel, they would just get back into their wedding stuff another day and do pictures. Bella, one of the women who’d been at the bachelorette party, knew her way around a DSL-R pretty well, so she brought her camera and took photos of the wedding party, which were beautiful, but as far as the professional and stylized ones went, they weren’t going to sweat them just now.

Oona was proud of her sister for rallying and rolling with the punches. It took a bit to get her out of her pity pit, but Aiden was the one with a long enough ladder and helped her climb out.

There were no designated spots to sit, everyone just mingled about, sat where they could and ate when they wanted. It was informal and casual and suited Jordan and Rayma—or Jordayma as Rayma told everyone to start calling them—to a T.

“So, no heartfelt apology and hug from Mom then, huh?” Mieka asked, as the sisters all sat with each other sipping wine—save for Triss—on the patio chairs around one of the heaters. Guests mingled and chatted, while children ran around giggling, probably hopped up on sugar from the cupcakes Joy made.

“I never expected one,” Rayma said.

“Me either,” Oona added.

“The woman has never apologized for anything in her life. We were just expected to adhere to their fascist regime without question. And unfortunately, I did,” Pasha said, sipping her wine. “Took a big splash of cold water in the form of a seventeen-year-old rocking up on my doorstep to realize that they’re not perfect.”

Rayma snorted. “Far fucking from it.”

“Heard Dad tell Heath that they’re going to try to reschedule their flight and leave sooner,” Triss said.

Rayma snorted again. “Good luck. Weather Network says this shit’s coming down for at least another few days. And so far, the meteorologists have been right.” She made a sarcastic expression. “Now they’re fucking right. Motherfuckers.”

“It sucks that we couldn’t have the reconciliation I think we all dream of with our parents. But we’re better off,” Pasha said, her face sad.

“It does suck,” Rayma agreed. “But when I told Dad that Heath was walking me down the aisle, all he did was shrug and go, ‘Okay.’ Didn’t seem disappointed or upset at all. And that tells me everything I need to know. This family, here, is the one that matters. Yanna and Royce have made their choice and that is to not be part of this family.”

Oona and her sisters nodded.

Jordan appeared, his eyes a little glazed over from the open bar. “Wife,” he said.

“Yes, husband dear, how can I be of service?” Rayma said in her best baby doll voice. “Would you like me to service you?”

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