Page 31 of Alice & Meg

I sighed and snuggled into Wrecker. “You’re were so hot and nice. So nice, I curtsied.”

“How did you find us?” Meg asked. “And what time is it?”

“Alice was smart enough to tell me what cabana you guys were in.”

I reached up and patted Wrecker’s cheek. “Always need to let my man know where I’m getting toasted at.” I swept my arm wide. “Do you like our commode?”

“Cabana,” Meg howled. “It is a cabana.”

“That’s what I said.” Didn’t I?

“Isn’t a commode a toilet?” Nikki asked.

Of course, she would be coherent enough to remember what a commode was.

I closed my eyes and tried to stop the room from spinning. “Take me drunk, Wrecker, I’m home.”

“I’d like to think you guys will learn from this, but I think we are way past that ever happening.” Snapper saluted to King. “I’m going to head up and check on Lennox to see if she’s still worshiping the porcelain god.”

“Take her some ginger ale,” I called. “That was the only thing that could calm my stomach when I was pregnant.”

“And some crackers,” Meg added.

“Cheese,” Nikki called.

“Babe,” Pipe drawled. “I don’t think cheese is the best thing to eat when you have morning sickness.”

Snapper shook his head and waved. “Later,” he called as he headed down the path.

Nikki pouted out her bottom lip. “Oh, I thought we were ordering more food.”

The grass wall parted again, and Brandon appeared. “Can I get you ladies anything to eat when I bring the round of beers?”

“Cheese!” Nikki called.

“Slice, melted, stick, or curd?” Brandon asked.

“Curd,” I called.

“And some more nachos, beef this time, chicken tenders, French fries, and two of those big ol’ pretzels,” Meg rattled off.

“You got it,” Brandon called.

“The service here really is top-notch,” Meg sighed. “I’m so glad we got this cabana.”

“Can I get some fruit and a big ol’ slab of cheesecake, too?” Nikki asked. “I love me some cheesecake.”

“Yes, to the fruit, but I don’t have any cheesecake,” Brandon called from the other side of the grass wall.

“You think that dude just sits on the other side of that wall listening to us?” I asked.

“More than likely. He knows where his payday is coming from,” Wrecker laughed. “The more you guys order, the bigger his tip is going to be.”

Wrecker was not wrong.

“Meg makes the best cheesecake ever,” Pipe announced. “You guys will have to visit sometime so you can have it.”

“Oh,” I called. “We should run to the store and make it in the…” My words trailed off as I remembered what happened with the banana bread. It turned out delicious, but the long lecture I got from Wrecker about electrical safety was not something I wanted to do ever again. “We will totally have to come visit the Devil’s Knights clubhouse.”

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