Page 8 of Alice & Meg

“Why the hell couldn’t you do that with mine?” Pipe asked.

“Because your name is not King.” I tucked the label maker back into my purse and handed the card to Wrecker.

“Not changing yours?” Wrecker asked.

I shook my head. “I’m good being attached to you.”

Wrecker pulled me to his side and pressed a kiss to the side of my head. “Love you.”

“Are you nervous that King is sitting next to you?” I asked softly.

Wrecker shook his head. “Nah. I’ve heard the guy is cool as hell.”

“Good, good,” I muttered, relieved. “I’d hate to have to punch him in the nuts if he was a dick.” I patted Wrecker on the leg, sharing a silent understanding.

“Who are we punching in the nuts?” A voice interrupted, drawing my attention. A woman with vibrant purple hair had appeared beside us, eyeing the table with interest. “I think this table is going to be the perfect fit for us.” She waved over to a man approaching and called out, “Lo, over here.”

Oh, boy. Open mouth, insert foot.

“Have I ever told you I love going out with you?” Nikki whispered. “It’s always entertaining.”

Three people approached the table behind the woman. The older, good-looking man was obviously Lo.

Part of me wished I had bothered to look at all the names on the other cards. I felt clueless about who the woman was, let alone the two others accompanying Lo. They seemed younger than any of us, probably Lo’s kids. I made a mental note not to get too comfortable with calling him Lo; Wrecker had mentioned he didn’t like it.

Lo moved behind the woman with purple hair and wrapped his arm around her waist. “Babe,” he called out softly.

She turned to him, her face lighting up. “Found our names,” she said with a smile.

Lo leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to her lips. Watching them, I couldn’t help but admire the palpable love between them. It made me hope that people could feel the same connection between Wrecker and me.

The younger guy, who was heavily tattooed, pulled out a chair from the woman with short, colorful hair who was also heavily tattooed. I was completely digging the vibe of these guys. After being married to a prez of an MC, these were the type of people I was most comfortable around.

For once in my life, I didn’t know what to say. What on earth was wrong with me?

Pipe stood and held his hand out to the guy. “Hey, I’m Pipe, and this is my wife, Nikki.”

The man smiled wide. “What’s up, man? I’m Snapper, and this is my wife, Lennox.”

Yeah, see? They even had kick-ass names. I made a mental note to talk to the girls when we got back home about maybe coming up with new names for us. Well, at least me. I mean Alice? Could I be lamer?

“Hi,” Nikki called.

Snapper nodded to King and the woman. “And those are my parents, King and Meg. You would think after all of these years I would be used to them being all over each other, but it’s still embarrassing.”

King and Meg. Although she didn’t have a kick-ass name like Lennox, her name really suited her, and I liked it.

“Easy, babe. We’re coming,” King called. He pulled out the chair next to Lennox and helped Meg sit.

King sat next to Wrecker, and I could feel Wrecker tense slightly. I knew he was playing it cool with me earlier about being impressed with King.

I had never met someone that Wrecker looked up to before. It was kind of fun seeing my strong, confident man being a little starstruck.

Meg and King weren’t much older than Wrecker and me. Maybe five years, if that.

I bumped Wrecker. The man needed to introduce us.

He pointed at me. “Alice.” He pointed at himself. “Wrecker.”

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