Page 9 of Alice & Meg

Oh, my Wrecker. He was a man of few words, but maybe he could have added a few more in there. He was obviously taking on caveman mode tonight.

I waved at everyone. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you.”

Meg smiled wide. “I spotted your purple hair when we walked in and hoped we were sitting together.”

“Meg likes to judge people by their hair color,” King grunted. “You’ll have to excuse her. It’s a miracle she even looked my way all those years ago.”

Meg rolled her eyes. “If that were the truth, then you know I would have fallen for Rigid.” Meg held her hand above her head. “Rigid has a five-inch blue mohawk. Cool, but not my King. And I would have had to have fought Cyn for him. No, thank you.”

Waiters started to move around the tables, laying down baskets of bread and bowls of salad.

“Oh, thank god,” Nikki sighed. “I’m freaking starving.” She grabbed a roll and slathered it with butter. “That line to check in was ridiculous, and then we only had twenty minutes to get dressed before we had to be down here.”

Pipe put his arm around the back of her chair. “Imagine hauling a two-hundred-pound cooler around with you, too.”

Nikki rolled her eyes. “We are not getting into this right now.”

I had a feeling we were going to be hearing about the cooler for the whole weekend. I grabbed two rolls and set one in front of Wrecker. “Butter your own bun, man.”

Wrecker grunted. “That’s not what you said last night.”

Yeah, of course, that would be Wrecker in front of new people.

Meg giggled and grabbed two buns; except she didn’t set one in front of King. At least not at first. She buttered both buns and set one in front of him. He leaned over and whispered something in her ear, and she blushed softly.

The dynamic between King and Meg was hypnotic. I didn’t want to look away from them.

I had never seen two people more in love, and I had literally only been around them for five minutes.

“Babe,” Wrecker called.

I shook my head and looked at him. “Hmm?”

He leaned close, his lips next to my ear. “You’re staring at them.”

I nodded. I mean, I was. It wasn’t in a creepy way or anything.

“You want to swap seats so you can try to get in on the action?”

“What?” I squawked, finally coming out of my stupor.

“I mean, I don’t really think either of them are into sharing, but you can shoot your shot if you want.”

I blinked twice, wondering if Wrecker had lost his ever-loving mind because I knew he sure as hell wouldn’t be into sharing me, either.

A huge smile spread across his lips.

“You’re joking,” I whispered.

Wrecker nodded and pressed his lips to the side of my neck. “Yeah, babe.”

“They’re really in love.”

Wrecker turned his head, and his eyes connected with mine. “Just like us.”

“Why aren’t you whispering in my ear like that?” Nikki asked Pipe.

I leaned back from Wrecker but kept my hand on his leg.

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