Page 27 of Done with You

“Sounds like the baggage carousel has started to move,” Jordan announced, falling in line with his brother as the two of them turned to head to the baggage pickup area. He’d rolled up the sign Rayma made and was carrying it like a tube in his big left hand.

“How were your flights?” Rayma asked as she bent down and picked up Oona’s carryon and slung it over her shoulder. “Did you have to sit next to anyone insufferable?”

Oona nearly choked on her own spit. She was burning two symmetrical holes in the back of Aiden’s head with her eyes right now. She hoped he felt the heat. Hoped he itched and was uncomfortable from her death stare. “Yeah, unfortunately, I did,” she finally said. “But I survived.”

“You’re a tough cookie.” Rayma’s smile was so innocent and carefree. Oona needed her sister to stay that way. This trip, this wedding — all of it was about Rayma. She deserved nothing but goodness and joy, and Oona was going to do her very best to give her sister that.

“Do we have to stop off at a hotel to drop off Jordan’s brother?” she asked, stopping just shy of knocking her shins on the edge of the baggage belt.

“No, he’s staying with us.” Rayma’s gaze flicked to where Jordan and Aiden were standing off to the side. Her eyes turned curious, then she brought her voice down to a hush. “They’ve been estranged for years. Devastating family drama. This was Jordan’s attempt to mend things between them. Aiden is the only side of Jordan’s family invited, since there is no-contact with the rest. He asked Aiden to come out early so they could reconnect, and he invited him to stay with us, but only after I offered you our guest room. So Aiden will be on the pullout couch in the living room.”

They were staying in the same house!

Oh, God.

As much as she wanted to give her sister the drama-free wedding of her dreams, Oona wasn’t sure she could if she had to stay under the same roof as Aiden for a week.

“Oh, wow, no. I don’t want to interfere with their bonding. He can have the guest room and I’ll go stay at Pasha’s,” Oona said.

“Can’t. Mieka and Triss are staying there with their men. And Pasha has the two kids, and Heath is the size of two normal people, their house is packed. We have the space. You just have to suck it up and be okay sharing a bathroom with a stranger.”

Well, he wasn’t exactly a stranger.

“We have an ensuite off our room. But the other bathroom is a full bathroom with a shower and tub. I’m sure it’s not going to be that awkward.” Rayma’s gaze slid down to the baggage belt. “Which one is yours?”

“That one,” Oona said with a defeated sigh as she watched her bag travel past her. She hadn’t been paying attention.

“Lassie!” Rayma called out, grabbing her fiancé’s attention. “Grab that purple suitcase.” She pointed to Oona’s luggage.

But before Jordan could step through the crowd, Aiden was on it, reaching his long arm between two people, and wrapping his big hand with its skilled fingers around the handle, and heaving it off the belt.

“Yay, Big Lassie,” Rayma cheered, beaming again as she gripped Oona by the arm and hauled her over to where the guys were. “Thanks, Big Lassie.”

Aiden’s eyes met Oona’s and he silently extended the handle of her rolling hard-cased suitcase with four wheels and pushed it toward her.

“Does that mean I’m now Little Lassie?” Jordan asked. “Because I don’t know if I’m okay with that.”

Aiden snorted. “I’m okay with it.”

Jordan gave him a glare, but it was all for show.

“Why Lassie?” Oona asked, only just registering the fact that Aiden didn’t have his luggage yet.

“Because our last name is Lassiter and Rayma is cheeky,” Jordan said, looking at his fiancée with nothing but pure love.

She wrapped an arm around his waist, and he did the same to her. “You love it when I’m cheeky.” Her brows bounced on her smooth forehead. “When I misbehave.”

Aiden cleared his throat. “I see my bag.” He left their awkward trust circle of four and stepped toward the carousel, grabbing an army-green duffle bag off the belt and heaving it over his shoulder. “Ready to go.”

Jordan was glancing down at his phone, his thumb sliding over the screen, and his brows knitted in concentration. “All right, I just ordered a couple of pizzas for pickup. They’ll be ready in twenty.”

“Which is exactly how long it takes for us to get home,” Rayma said with a smile and bouncing on her toes. “Oooh, I’m so excited. Now that the guests are starting to arrive, it really feels like this is happening.”

“Are Mieks and Triss already here?” Oona asked, her gaze fixated on the wide space between Aiden’s shoulder blades as he glided behind Jordan with unimaginable confidence through the crowd, toward the automatic sliding doors that would take them all outside. Maybe it was the sweater he was wearing, but he seemed larger than life. Larger than she remembered, and she remembered that he was tall. But right now, he was skyscraper-tall and had impossibly broad shoulders.

And for some weird reason, she didn’t even want to attempt to understand, the gulf between his shoulder blades on his back was really turning her on.

“They arrived earlier today. I went with Pasha to pick them up. We’re all getting together tomorrow afternoon for you four and Peyton to try on your bridesmaid dresses,” Rayma said, pulling Oona’s attention away from Aiden’s sexy back and back to reality.

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