Page 73 of Done with You

They were the last to climb onto the bus and she gasped when his hand grazed her calf behind her as she took the top step.

“You okay?” Grant asked her, his expression creased with fatherly concern.

Oona flashed him a drunken smile. “Yeah, just almost tripped.” Then she kicked backward, hoping to make contact with the man behind her, only she didn’t and she had to reach out and grip the railing and dash for support.

“Careful,” Grant said, reaching out to steady her.

“Thanks.” She gave him another big smile, then found her seat.

Even though there were empty seats, Aiden chose to cram in beside her, squishing her into the window.

She glared at him just as the bus pulled away from the curb. “What the fuck? Go sit somewhere else.”

“I thought you didn’t drink,” he repeated, the hooded lids of his eyes and the glare in his irises making her squeeze her thighs together and saliva fill her mouth.

Why did this asshole turn her on so much? She hated that she wanted him as much as she loathed him. That the dimples in his cheeks made her pussy flutter.

“That’s not what I said,” she bit back. “I never said I didn’t drink. I said, I don’t drink very often.”

“You also said you don’t drink when you’re out. Only home or with friends and maybe one or two glasses of wine,” he countered, his smile smug and something she desperately wanted to punch—or kiss—off his face.

Oooh, please let it be the former.

She’d never forgive herself if it was the latter.

“This is an extenuating circumstance. And I’m not so rigid with my life that I don’t allow for those. It’s my baby sister’s bachelorette party. A one-off. And, I happen to think I could not be around a safer crowd of people to over-imbibe. My sister is a doctor, and her husband and his brothers are like formers SEALs or something, then there are like seven cops here, too. If that’s not a safe group to let down my hair around, well then, I may as well go live in a cave in Belize or something because the world has obviously gone to shit.”

For how drunk she felt and how fast her head was spinning, she articulated all of that pretty well. But she resisted the urge to give herself a high five. She did mentally, though.

“Or it’s called no self-control.”

Her mouth dropped open and she gaped at him. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Oh, crap. Her voice was a lot louder than she expected it to be.

Conversation came to a stand-still in the bus and everyone turned to face them.

“What’s happening?” Rayma asked, sitting on Jordan’s lap in their seat. “Is Big Lassie still claiming he wasn’t yanking it in the bathroom the other night?”

Oona sneered at Aiden before addressing her sister. “No. He just told me that I have no self-control when it comes to alcohol.”

Chapter Fifteen

Aiden knew the moment it came out of his mouth that he’d have been better off sticking his foot directly into his pie-hole. The look on Oona’s face had him feeling instant regret.

Then her expression changed from one of horror, to one of revenge.

“Bro,” Jordan said. “Not cool. You hardly know Oona, why would you say something like that?”

“Because when we met, I told him I didn’t drink very much,” Oona said.

“When you met the other night?” Jordan asked, completely oblivious.

Oona shook her head. “No. When we met back in Montreal. It was after one of my shows and we met in the bar. I told him I didn’t drink very often. I ordered a Shirley Temple. Now, he’s throwing it in my face that I over-indulged tonight and is calling me a liar.”

“I never said—”

“So wait, you two met before we introduced you?” Jordan asked. “But you acted like strangers.” He scratched his head. “Am I just that drunk? Or is everyone else really confused, too?”

“Confused,” several people said, nodding, and murmuring.

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