Page 28 of Done with You

Oona smiled at Rayma. “Sounds fun.” Peyton was Rayma’s best friend in Victoria and a social worker, as well. Oona had never met her, but she’d heard all about her and saw tons of pictures of Peyton and Rayma on social media.

Rayma wrapped an arm around Oona’s shoulders and pulled her close. “I’m just so glad you’re here, Oons. I’ve missed you.”

Oona tipped her head into Rayma’s. “I’ve missed you, too, kiddo.”

“And who knows? Mieka and Triss hooked up and are now with brothers, maybe you and I will do the same.” She dropped her voice to a whisper. “Aiden’s single, and you both live in Montreal, maybe it’s meant to be.” Her brown eyes glittered beneath the recessed lighting of the airport arrivals overhang as they stepped out into the chilly evening.

Heat raced into Oona’s cheeks despite the outside temperature. All she could do was laugh, but it came out slightly frantic. “Don’t hold your breath, kiddo.”

Rayma shrugged. “You never know. He is very nice to look at. You can’t argue with that.”

No, Oona couldn’t. And she’d seen every inch of Aiden up close and personal.

The problem was that, for as dangerously gorgeous as the man was, he was just as insufferable and rude.

This was no doubt going to be the longest week of her life. The ultimate test of her patience.

He craned his head around and shot her a smug smirk that she wanted to punch off his face … or wipe off with her own mouth.

Yes.

This week would not only test her patience, but also her willpower, because as much as she hated Aiden Lassiter, she also wanted him, and that was a huge problem.

Chapter Seven

Jordan and his fiancée lived on the bottom floor of a condo building. But rather than having to go into the building to get to their place, the front door was a walk-up style. They had a little patio with the smallest patch of grass Aiden had ever seen, but it was more than a lot of people had—more than Aiden had—so good for them.

Only, according to the very chatty Rayma, it had snowed earlier that week, so their grass patch was currently white and sporting a snowman the size of a Pomeranian.

Twin turquoise Adirondack chairs sat on the other side of the patio, where there were paving stones, and small outdoor Christmas lights framed the overhang above their door.

There was also a tasteful cedar bough and holly wreath—which looked to be real—hung over the etched glass of the door.

The twenty-minute ride from the airport to his brother’s place, crammed into the backseat of Jordan’s truck with Oona was awkward as fuck.

And not just because Aiden sat behind Jordan and Jordan was tall so he needed to push the seat back, which forced Aiden to damn near fold in half, but because the woman sitting beside him was constantly shooting daggers into the side of his face from her eyeballs.

They stopped and grabbed pizza, the smell of it in the cab of the truck making his belly growl and flip, then drove another five minutes to the condo.

“It’s actually not a terrible pull-out couch,” Rayma insisted as they all trudged into the foyer of their place, kicking off boots into the boot tray and setting down bags. “We got it brand new when we moved here last month. And I bought one of those really nice memory foam toppers, so we put that on the mattress and it’s nearly as comfortable as our bed.”

“I’ll be fine,” Aiden insisted, offering his sister-in-law to-be a smile.

Jordan set down the pizza boxes on the kitchen island, then went about grabbing plates, napkins, and drinks.

Rayma led Oona through the house to the guest room.

There was a small, probably five-foot-tall, fake Christmas tree in one corner of the living room, draped in gold and red baubles, with a gold star on top. A few other Christmas decorations freckled the living room and kitchen, but nothing gaudy or over-the-top.

Until he spied the kitchen counter, that is. There were six, yes, six, pineapples lined up on the counter.

Did anybody need that many pineapples?

Scratching his chin, he shook his head to dismiss the idea of asking why they needed that many pineapples and just said, “Bathroom here on the right?” instead, directing his question to Jordan.

“Yep,” Jordan said with a nod.

Aiden didn’t really need to piss, but he did need a moment to himself.

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