Page 74 of Done with You

“We met at the bar and then—” Oona swallowed, but avoided looking at Aiden, “then we slept together.”

“You WHAT?” Rayma exclaimed, her brown eyes wide as she tried to scramble off Jordan’s lap. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because it did not end well,” Oona said. “The next day, it turns out that Aiden was to be my next patient. When we met at the bar, I was Luna and he was Caden. We never exchanged last names.”

“Oh shit,” Grant murmured from the front.

“I obviously said no to treating him, because of a conflict of interest. And he got mad. Said I was holding his job hostage and making our night together a bigger deal than it was.”

“Bro,” Jace said, his arm draped around the backseat behind Peyton. “Not cool.”

Heat spun through Aiden and his gut churned like he was the one who’d had one-too-many shots and needed a garbage bin or for the bus to pull over. He was in the hot seat, and it was of his own making.

Oona was on a tirade now. A revenge tirade and he had no idea how to stop her.

It would probably be worse for him if he did.

He braced for the impact and kept his mouth shut.

“I apologized, but that wasn’t good enough. He didn’t see the problem, he stormed out and said I was bad in bed just before he left.”

“Whoa!” several people in the bus said.

Jace shook his big block head. “Not cool, man. Not cool.”

Rayma looked ready to explode as she glared at Aiden. Then she shifted her gaze back to Jordan. “Did you know this?”

Jordan blinked several times at his fiancée. “This is the first time I am hearing it just like you. I thought they met in the airport.”

Rayma’s brows relaxed, then she faced Aiden again. “What the fuck is your deal, buddy? Hmm? I can tell you right now that even though I have no personal experience—because ew—I know that my sister is not bad in bed. You’ve seen her dance. Can somebody who dances like that be bad in bed?”

No. No, they couldn’t.

And Aiden knew first hand that Oona was not bad in bed at all.

She’d been incredible the two times they’d been together.

But he reacted out of anger and said the first thing he knew would strike the bullseye and do the most amount of damage. His first instinct had been to go on the offense. A form of self-preservation that landed him in hot water more often than not.

“So, you two have been silently feuding in our house for the past several days?” Jordan asked, drunk and bewildered and looking at Aiden in a way that made a crippling ache form in Aiden’s chest. They’d made significant strides in their relationship over the last few days, and all of that seemed to be crumbling like a gingerbread house out in the rain.

Oona nodded, then turned to Rayma. “I wanted to keep it a secret. I tried so hard to just act like nothing happened. To pretend this asshole was just a stranger and that we could co-exist in your apartment until the wedding was over. For you, kiddo, I would do anything. I don’t want my drama to affect your special day.” Her last few words came out choked and she sniffled.

The hot and hateful glares coming at Aiden from everyone in the bus had him squirming in his seat.

How much more was Oona going to tell them?

Was she going to let them know that he was suspended from work? Would she tell them why? With all the cops on the bus, he already knew the kind of judgment they’d strike him with. The way they’d look at him.

Everyone already hated him. But they could hate him harder.

“I can swap places with Oona,” Mieka said. “I can go stay with Rayma and Jordan and she can move into the basement suite with Triss and Asher when he gets here.”

Oona waved her hand. “No, it’s fine. Honestly. The only reason any of this came out is because I apparently turn into Rayma when I’m drunk and have no filter,” Oona said. “I can handle him.”

“But you shouldn’t have to,” Pasha said, giving Aiden the stink-eye.

Aiden exhaled and hung his head. “I can go stay at a hotel.”

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