Page 1 of Alice & Meg, Girls Trip

Chapter One

Prepare for Departure

Alice

“You can’t take that with you.”

I looked down at the blender by my purse. “Why not? This is my last hurrah before the cameras show up.”

“Because you’re going camping, babe. You need to leave some of your creature comforts behind,” Wrecker explained. “And I don’t believe that you are not going to drink a drop when the camera crew is filming.”

“I really don’t want to talk about the camera crew anymore.” I was already anxious as hell with them saying filming would start on this date, and then right before it, moving it back because they were having complications with another MC. Wrecker knew it was a sore subject for me.

I moved to the large bay window in the living room and pushed back the curtains. “I’m pretty sure Mini Weenie would disagree with the fact that I can’t have all of my creature comforts with me on this trip. It is a big creature comfort itself.”

“Stop calling it that,” Wrecker growled.

“It’s his name, Wrecker. You call things their names.” What else would he want me to call it?

Wrecker moved to the window and motioned to the RV. “It is a Mini Winnie, Alice. WINNIE,” he enunciated. “As is Winnebago, not weenie.”

Pfft. “Mini Weenie has a better ring to it. I don’t know why you don’t like it.”

“Because the last time you said it in public, you said, ‘My husband will bring his mini weenie around when you’re readyto look at it.’ You told the whole parts department I had a mini weenie.”

“Oh, honey.” I reached up and patted his cheek. “If you want me to go back to the RV place and tell them you have a King Kong dick, I will.”

“Just stop saying Mini Weenie. It is a Mini Winnie,” he repeated.

“Sure, sure, honey. Mini Winnie. I’ll make sure to put that in our Christmas cards this year. Seasonings greetings from Wrecker, Alice, the kids, and Mini Weenie.” I shook my head and held back a smile. “Mini Winnie.”

“You know, I was thinking I was really going to miss you this week, but something tells me it is going to be peaceful.” He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me to his chest.

“You tell me you’re not going to miss me, but then hug me?” I laughed. “Seems a little backwards.”

Wrecker pressed a kiss to my lips, his rough hands cradling my face. “Oh, I’ll still miss you,” he murmured, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes. “But I can also appreciate the silence and tranquility around here. Just me and the animals.”

“About that,” I started, but the sound of the back door opening cut me off.

Wrecker’s eyes shot in the direction of the noise, his body tensing as if ready to spring into action. “Who is that?” he demanded, his voice low and suspicious.

“Uh, well,” I drawled, trying to think of the best way to explain. “I didn’t want you to be home alone by yourself.”

Wrecker shook his head, his expression a mix of disbelief and irritation. “Whoever that is, make them leave. I am more than okay to be by myself this week. If I want to be around people, I can always head to the clubhouse.”

“Mom?” Eden’s voice called from the hallway.

I cringed, feeling Wrecker’s eyes bore into me. This was not going to be easy to explain.

“Eden?” Wrecker growled, his tone sharp. “You had Eden come home to babysit me?”

I patted his shoulder and shook my head. “Of course not. I wouldn’t call it babysitting.”

“Reporting for dad-sitting duty,” she called.

“Fucking hell,” Wrecker grunted.

“That’s technically not babysitting, and she’s just joking.”

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