Page 64 of Done with You

That cracked Triss’s stunned face and she smiled and rolled her eyes. “Taking a page from Rayma’s dramatic playbook, are you?’

“If I have to.”

They headed toward the party room they’d reserved.

She knew she could trust Triss.

To be honest, she could trust any of her sisters to keep a secret like this. But Triss was a speech pathologist and she knew the meaning of confidentiality. Pasha was a doctor and knew it, too. So if it’d been Pasha in that elevator with her and pumping her for information, Oona probably would have broken the seal on her secret to her, too. She was just desperate to tell someone. And the relief she felt at finally sharing her secret with another person was monumental. It was like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. And not necessarily transferred to Triss, but now she had someone on her side. Someone to help her fend off questions about Aiden and help her manage the situation. She wasn’t alone navigating this sludge-filled river of awkwardness and sexual tension.

She could tell Triss was still processing the news from the elevator, but to the untrained eye, her sister looked normal.

But the Young sisters were not untrained eyes and Pasha, Rayma and Mieka all zeroed in on Triss’s face.

Shit. Maybe Oona told the wrong sister. Triss could be a bit of a glass house sometimes. And with the pregnancy hormones, she was probably even more transparent than normal.

“You okay?” Pasha asked from her seat between the redheaded Krista and the strawberry blonde Stacey.

Triss nodded and rubbed her belly. “Just a little indigestion.”

“I’ll order you a ginger ale,” Mieka said, turning to the server who was taking drink orders. “Can my pregnant sister get a ginger ale, please?”

The server nodded.

“That’s all it is?” Pasha asked, apparently not convinced at all. “I am a doctor, you know. And I’ve been pregnant.” She looked to her three sister in-laws. “We all have. So you don’t have to hide anything from us.”

Triss’s gaze shot to Oona across the long table.

Oh shit.

“Did you fart in a crowded elevator?” Lydia asked. “Because I’ve been there.”

Stacey snorted, but then nodded. “Me, too.”

“It’s time for shots!” Rayma announced, redirecting everyone’s attention as another server came around the corner with a big tray of shot glasses brimming with some pink and blue ombre-colored concoction.

“What are those?” Lydia asked, her eyes wide. “They look like—”

“They’re porn stars,” Rayma said, grabbing one off the tray and downing it, then grabbing another. “They taste like my childhood.”

The server made a choking noise in his throat.

“Not my childhood,” Rayma corrected. “I mean my youth. Like my rebellious teenage years.”

“So sugar and regret?” Krista said, reluctantly taking one as it was passed down to her.

“Yep,” Rayma said. “Bottoms up, ladies!”

They all lifted their tiny glasses toward the center of the table, everyone but Triss that is.

“To Rayma,” Pasha said. “All grown up, and keeping it classy draped in dick.”

“As one should be,” Rayma added.

“To Rayma, draped in dick,” they cheered before tipping back their shots.

It was way too sweet and Oona’s brain instantly buzzed. Her partying time in college was brief, but she’d always stuck to shots of tequila or Jägermeister when she went out. None of these fancy sugary shots that made your glucose levels spike off the charts in seconds.

“Okay, I need something tart to cleanse my palate of that liquid Fun Dip,” Krista said, shaking her head and going, “Gah.” She turned to the server who had delivered the shots. “I’ll get a gin—like a really good gin—on ice with a lime, please.”

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