Epilogue
Ava
“You know… Jason’s never told me how you two met,” Dr. Froberg—I mean,Gretatells me.
“He hasn’t?”
“No. One day he showed up at work, and he was different. A little sad, I guess? I chalked it up to him being upset about his mom.”
I nod, understanding why she would think this. “And then?”
“And then he was in my office telling me he couldn’t treat a patient. There was this light in his eyes, reminded me of a kid on Christmas Day: excited to open a present but afraid it wouldn’t be what they asked for. I told him I’d handle the patient, and there you were, asking for tests of all things.” Greta chuckles.
My face burns at the memory. “A one-night stand,” I whisper.
“What does that have to do with Jason?”
“Jason was the reason I was there getting tests.”
Greta’s brows raise. “You meanhewas a one-night—”
“Yes.”
“What’s going on here?” Jason asks from behind me, and I jump.
Greta chuckles. “Ava was telling me your how-did-you-meet story.”
“In a bar,” he says and wraps his arms around my waist, tucking his chin into my neck.
“One-night—”
“Greta!” I search the guests around us. My parents are by the cake talking to my aunt, and I release a shuddering breath.
Jason chuckles, his breath tickling my neck. “Ava’s parents don’t know.”
“Oh, for goodness’ sake. You two are adults. There’s nothing wrong with consensual sex.”
He raises a hand in protest. “I know this!”
I bury my face in my hands. “No there’s not, but it wasn’t my finest moment, and I’d prefer they didn’t know.”
Cracking my fingers, I see Greta nod. “I get that. So tell me, who did the walk of shame?”
My chin hits my chest, and I groan.
The two assholes burst into laughter, drawing the attention of our guests. “What’s so funny?” Grandma June asks.
They look at me, waiting to see what I’ll say. “Did you know these two stare at vaginas all day long?”
Grandma June’s eyes round, and her head cocks to the side. “At the same time?”
I choke on my spit as the other two fall into a coughing fit.
“No, ma’am,” Jason forces out.
Grandma June’s face fills with disappointment. “Damn, I figured you’d have some crazy stories to share.”
“Well—”
