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“And then you guys can take a pole dancing class.” Meg smiled proudly. “Indiana is the best pole dancer.”

“I can’t tell if she’s drunk rambling or if she actually knows someone named Indiana.” Pipe crouched down and finally helped Nikki off the floor. “Up you go, baby.” Nikki teetered and faceplanted into Pipe’s chest.

“She’s actually making sense,” King laughed. “Not only do we have a garage, we also have a strip club/bar, and a pole dancing studio.”

I raised my hand. “I am totally down to twirl around a pole.”

“As long as you’re not drinking,” Wrecker grunted. “No broken bones.”

I rolled my eyes and tugged on his beard. “I’m pretty sure I am going to need a few drinks in me to even get close to the pole.”

“Oh, please,” Nikki called. “Just imagine it’s a cow, and you’ll be riding it like a lawnmower.”

“A lawnmower?” Pipe asked.

Nikki buried her head in Pipe’s chest. “I’m drunk,” she moaned. “Stop expecting me to make sense.”

“Fair enough,” Pipe grunted.

“Keep the expectations low. And for the record, I haven’t ridden any of my cows,” I laughed.

“Sure,” Nikki drawled.

“How long do you have this cabana for?” King asked.

“We’re shutting the waterpark down,” Meg called. “I’ve got this puppy until nine.”

“That… is a long time from now,” I laughed. I wasn’t sure what time it was, but it was still daylight out.

“Uh, yeah, babe. I’m not sure everyone will want to be staying down here that long,” King agreed.

I was about ten minutes away from passing out for a few hours. As comfortable as it was to snuggle up with Wrecker on the chaise lounge, I knew our bed in our air-conditioned room would be much more comfortable. “Uh, I’m in for some food, and then I think I need my bed.”

“Here, here,” Nikki agreed. “I think the Nile has conquered me, and I need me a laydown.”

“Fine,” Meg sighed. “You party poopers can go to your rooms, but King and I are going to get every penny I paid out of this commode.” She shook her head. “Cabana.”

A few minutes later, Brandon brought two platters filled with every snack a drunk person could want: cheese, carbs, and grease.

I promptly ate half a pretzel, a handful of cheese curds, and all the fries. Yeah, I was a fry addict.

Wrecker managed to stand while holding me, and we headed out of the waterpark and up to our room.

I groaned once he opened the door and tossed me on the bed. “I know we normally get frisky when I’m drunk, but I’m pretty sure if we get this bed a-rockin’, the pound of fried food I ate is going to come a-knockin’.”

Wrecker pulled his shirt over his head and fell into bed next to me. “We’ll try the rockin’ later, babe. I need a nap, too.”

I snuggled into his chest and sighed. “I know I never like to say we’re getting old, but honestly, it kind of rocks getting old. When we were younger, there was no way we could get drunk, eat a ton of food, and then be in bed by four in the afternoon.”

“Yeah,” Wrecker agreed. “The Alice from twenty years ago would have been calling for a rally already.”

I groaned and closed my eyes. “No rally for me. My butt is going to stay in this bed until morning and the brunch buffet calls me.”

Wrecker pressed a kiss to my head and grunt, “Deal.”

Chapter Fourteen

Meg

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