Page 28 of Alice & Meg

In our room.

All night long.

Chapter Twelve

Meg

“I’m glad to see that you’re feeling better.”

Alice lifted her head and squinted at me. “Uh, yeah. It’s like I’m brand new this morning. I think yesterday was just a lot.”

I eyed Alice knowingly. “Yeah. It wasn’t long after you and Wrecker headed to your room that Lo and I called it a night.” Lo and I had gone to our room early, but we hadn’t fallen asleep until the early hours of the morning. There was something about surviving a crisis and then finding out that you were going to be a grandma for the third time, and that just did something to you.

Finally, on the third day at the Kalahari, we managed to make it down to the huge indoor waterpark. This was not the first time I had been to the Kalahari, so I knew renting a cabana for the day was the way to go. We had a designated place that was ours; we didn’t need to guard, so no one took the TV and our own personal waiter that only waited on our cabana and the one next to us. It was well worth the price tag.

Lennox was still in her room trying to get over a bout of morning sickness while Nikki was ass down in a tube floating in the lazy river.

Alice and I had yet to go in the water, but the day was still young.

The guys were walking around the exhibition booths and would meet up here when they were done.

I nodded to the TV. “Have you seen that?” I asked. “They’re going to do a reality show about real motorcycle clubs.”

Alice squinted at the TV as she watched the commercial for the reality show. “Oh, yes, Tread. I have most definitely heard of it.” She wrinkled her nose. “I just can’t wait for our turn.”

I cocked my head to the side. “Uh, excuse me. What do you mean you can’t wait for your turn?”

Alice laid her head back on her lounger and sighed. “We might be one of the four clubs that the producers approached, and we said yes. I don’t really talk about it much because, well, I’m not extremely excited for it. Plus, they haven’t even started filming yet. Right now, they are filming the Iron Fiends and some other club out east.”

“What?” I laughed. “This whole time, I’ve been hanging out with a future TV star, and you didn’t think to tell me.” I was pretty sure that everyone I came into contact with would know if the Devil’s Knights were going to be a part of a reality show.

Alice cringed. “I’m actually hoping not to be on camera much. Wrecker and the club decided to do it for the kids. This ol’ lady is going to stay in the shadows and duck the camera as much as I can.”

“Girl, what?” I laughed. “You are one of the most outgoing people I have ever met, and you aren’t excited about being on a reality show?” I shook my head and laughed. “That is the craziest thing I have heard all day.”

“I don’t know about you, but I think it would probably be for the best that my ol’ lady antics weren’t broadcast for the whole world to see. It’s hard to have no charges pressed when there is video evidence.”

I thought about it and nodded. “You know, you might be right. Leave it to the young guys, and you can just keep the crazy in the background.”

Alice smiled and raised her hand to the waiter. “Speaking of crazy, I think it’s time for the first drink of the day.”

The waiter came over and smiled brightly at us. “What can I get for you?” he asked.

Alice twirled her finger in the air. “When we were walking in, I saw this big ass drink. Had like three little umbrellas in it, and it was bright orange.”

The waiter smiled wide. “You must be talking about our Tiki Cups.” He pulled out a menu from his back pocket and presented it to Alice. “The bright orange one is either the Mango Dragon Rita or the Tropical Passion.”

Alice grabbed the menu and wrinkled her nose. “I’m not into tequila.” She glanced at me. “I learned early on that I am not a tequila girlie.”

I reached out and bumped my fist into hers. “Me, too, sister. I tend to stick to the rums.”

Alice looked over the menu and pointed to one halfway down the page. “I’ll take the Mango Dragon. It got me with the Bacardi Gold float.” Alice smiled.

She handed me the menu, and I looked it over. “And I will do the Island Berry Runner. That sounds like a wine cooler but icy. Do you think we should order something for Nikki?” I asked.

Alice nodded and grabbed the menu back. “Ignore the fact I forgot about her, okay?” she laughed. “Uh, let’s do the Kalahari Flame for her. She’s got a thing for strawberries, and I wanted to try that one.”

The waiter nodded and wrote down our order. “Can I get you guys anything to eat from the grill?” He motioned for Alice to flip the menu over.

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